#but the way i see fans talk about her is INFINITELY worse

[spider-stark]

INFINITELY YOU

part two // crullers & constants

SUMMARY - In every universe, Peter Parker seems destined to fall in love with you. And, in every universe, he realizes it too late. When universes collide and two of them are granted a second chance at rectifying their biggest mistake, neither of them are willing to let the opportunity go to waste–even if you end up not being the person they thought you were.

WARNINGS - 18+, story will contain mentions of blood, broken bones, weapons, suggestive language, and more. I will try to update warnings accordingly for each chapter, but please read at your own discretion

WORD COUNT - 4.2k

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name key: tom!peter = peter // andrew!peter = parker

Peter Pan Donuts is a sacred place. 

Or, rather, it was a sacred place—and walking back into the shop now felt awfully strange. 

Back when you and Peter first started high school, it had become a tradition to end every Friday with one of the renowned pastry shop’s legendary frosted crullers. You considered it a well-deserved reward for surviving another week of more drama than either of you could stomach, thankful that the weekend was finally upon you and that you could finally breathe without inhaling the reek of the unwashed teenage boys that lined the halls of Midtown. 

Peter Pan’s quickly became a haven. A safe place where the two of you could tuck yourselves away at the end of the bar, talking for hours about the teachers you hated and the bullies you hoped would fall from the face of the Earth. There was nothing that you couldn’t talk about, no secrets kept between you and Peter. 

Or, at least, none that mattered. 

But things changed as time passed, as they so often do. 

It started with the inclusion of Ned. You didn’t particularly mind his presence, even if the conversations had begun to shift towards less intimate topics, focusing instead on movies that you all wanted to see or upcoming video games that you would all try to play. 

Then came the inclusion of Mj a few months later, after she landed a job at the shop. That was when everything truly changed—when it was no longer you and Peter tucked away at the bar, but you and Ned, left to pick at your food and watch as Peter leaned across the front counter and talked to Mj over her shift. 

After a few months of testing every donut on the menu with Ned, you stopped going altogether. 

And Peter never even asked why. 

“I was surprised to see you texted me,” you quip as you slid onto the free barstool, “what happened to not wanting me to get involved?” 

Peter exhales sharply through his nose, and even though his eyes are glued to his phone, you can tell that he was already regretting asking you to meet him here. “I already told you that what I want doesn’t matter.” 

And how true that must have been. 

There had been nothing kind about his text to you this morning, although there was nothing inherently rude about it either, you supposed. It was simple—meet me at Peter Pan’s asap, need 2 talk—but you could almost sense the begrudging nature with which he had typed it. And, sitting next to him now, you could almost feel it, too. 

He didn’t want you here, even if he had been the one to invite you, and you couldn’t help but wonder why he had decided to involve you at all—especially so soon. What had changed in a single night? 

Sitting on the barstool to your left, Parker pops his lips. “Well this is fun. I’m not at all uncomfortable right now.” 

You turned towards him, acknowledging just how different he looked in the civilian clothes that he donned in place of his suit—black jeans that certainly looked worse for wear and an old Ramone’s t-shirt that you immediately recognized as yours. Oversized on you, the short sleeves clung rather tightly to his well-muscled arms. Did he seriously go through your stuff?! 

 “Why are you even here?” You ask, perhaps a little sharper than necessary. You weren’t angry that he had gone sifting through the armoire in the spare bedroom, especially since he couldn’t just parade around as Spider-Man all of the time. But he could’ve at least asked. “Shouldn’t one of you be busy patrolling?” 

It was hard to tell if the offense on his face was real or feigned, but you didn’t care much either way. “Peter wanted answers about my world, I wanted food,” he shrugs, gesturing at the crème-filled donut in front of him. “And Peter 2’s handling patrol.” 

Peter 2—you had almost forgotten about him, the version of Peter that hadn’t wanted to come with Ned and Mj to your apartment last night. As far as you could tell when you woke up this morning, he hadn’t shown up in the middle of the night, either—no trace of Parker or anyone else when you had finally stumbled out of your room to get ready after reading the text from Peter. 

You didn’t figure it was really your business where the mystery Peter was, but you were a little surprised to hear that he was still out patrolling. Was he not exhausted?  

“Ametaur move getting crème-filled,” you tell him, ignoring everything he said. “Should’ve gone with the frosted vanilla cruller, it’s way better.” 

“No way,” he gapes, grabbing the half-eaten pastry and shaking it for emphasis as he said, “this is god-tier, alright? No way anything’s topping it.” 

The expression on his face was actually hilarious, his brown doe eyes alight with pure euphoria as he took another bite of the donut. An exaggerated moan slipped his lips, coated with bits of sugar and crème. It was hard not to laugh at him, especially when you knew that was probably his goal—to combat the evident tension between you and Peter. 

Chuckling, you lift your hands in mock defense. “Suit yourself, Parker. But if you ever wanna experience true pleasure, then you know what to order.” 

Parker looks as if he's about to continue his borderline-lustful tangent about the donut, but Peter spoke up instead, his attention snagging on the name you used. 

“Parker?” He echoes in disbelief, letting his phone clatter against the bar. 

Peter’s sudden resurgence to the real world left Parker silent, sinking back against his stool and taking another bite. 

“What?” Your brow arches, your voice laced with incredulity. “Did you really think I’d keep calling him Peter 2? No offense to Ned, but everything about that feels stupid.” 

Peter’s eyes narrow, coupled with a subtle shake of his head that indicates he doesn't care nearly enough to have this conversation right now. 

You didn’t care much either, and so you steered the conversation in a more productive direction. “So what is this grand plan of yours?” You ask with a somewhat sarcastic lilt. “And where do I fit into it?” 

Another huff of breath escaped his nostrils. “We don’t even have a plan. Not yet,” he reluctantly admits. “But I tried talking to Doctor Strange last night, to see if he had some sort of magical spell or something that would let us go back and fix all of this.” 

Your lips press together, nibbling on the skin and pretending you didn’t notice the hidden meaning behind his words. He hadn’t just gone to Doctor Strange to find a way to get rid of the villains now lurking in your world, because if he had, then he wouldn’t have gone specifically seeking out a spell that would let him go back—not just to stop the villains from ever coming here, but to save May, too. 

“Did he?” 

Peter reached for his cup of iced coffee, if only to occupy his now-fidgeting fingers. “No,” he murmurs, the sound of sloshing ice nearly overpowering him as he swirled the cup. “He didn’t.” 

You frown at the tinge of disappointment that snuck through his otherwise even tone, your chest aching. You had to fight against the urge to say I’m sorry, remembering what he had said to you last night—he didn’t want your apologies, nor did he seem to want anyone else's. 

In truth, you weren’t sure what Peter wanted; or what you could do to help him. 

“Well did he have anything useful?” 

He shook his head, lifting the cup to his mouth. “Define useful,” he scoffed, sounding uncharacteristically sharp. He took a sip of his drink, his nose scrunching as soon as the coffee hit his tongue—too bitter. 

Despite the coffee’s pale color that indicated it was more cream than coffee, you weren’t surprised that it was still too strong for him. Peter had never truly developed a taste for coffee, only pursuing a caffeine addiction for the sake of combating the exhaustion that came with being Spider-Man. That didn’t mean he had ever grown to like it though, masking the taste with copious amounts of sugar and syrups. 

“Something that will keep multiversal villains from tearing our world apart?” You venture half-heartedly, guided by pure instinct and muscle memory as you reached over to take his cup from him, snagging a few packs of sugar from the plastic canister on the bar to0. 

“He has a theory,” Peter gives you a tight-lipped smile, born of pure frustration. 

“A theory? And he expects us to save the world with this theory?” You ask, a bit more derisive than you would have been if Doctor Strange were around to hear. 

Peter scoots closer to you, his voice purposefully low. “Do you remember when I told you about him using the Time Stone before Mr. Stark died? To look through all the different outcomes with Thanos?” 

Ripping open the sugar packets and dumping them in his cup, you managed to mask a wince at the mention of Peter’s dead mentor. You only nodded, not trusting your voice to stay steady if you tried for any sort of verbal affirmation. 

“Well… when he did that, he thinks that he might have actually seen through the multiverse—he just didn’t know for sure at the time.” 

Your forehead creased as you popped the lid back onto his cup, sliding it back towards him. Given his advantage of Spidey-sense, he easily caught it before it could slide too far and end up on the floor—which is what would have definitely happened pre-Spider bite. 

“And you don’t consider that to be useful to our current situation?” 

“No. I don’t.” Peter answers firmly. “Because at the center of it all—in every universe the Stone showed him—all he saw was you.” 

You nearly laugh, your lips curving as you rose a brow at him. “Me?” 

Peter gave a nod as he took another sip of his drink. This time, his nose didn’t scrunch. 

“But it’s been almost a year since the Avengers took down Thanos,” you reminded him, your stunned amusement beginning to fade into confusion. “If he saw.. Me, when he used the Stone, then why didn’t he say anything until now?” 

By no means would you consider yourself to be close with New York’s resident Sorcerer, and so you wouldn’t have expected him to come to you with this knowledge. But Peter—he knew Peter, and he knew that you were Peter’s best friend, and so it didn’t make any sense to you why Doctor Strange chose to wait until now to mention what the Stone had shown him. 

Given the aggravated expression Peter wore, it was clear that he was thinking the same. “I don’t know, and trying to get answers out of Doctor Strange that he clearly doesn’t want to give is like pulling teeth.” 

“But what does that mean?” You couldn’t stop yourself from pressing further, concern starting to bubble up inside of you. Regardless of his answer—if he had one—you had a feeling you wouldn’t like it. “I don’t get how I’m at the center of every universe.” 

Peter blew out a breath, his fingers going back to tapping against the sides of his plastic cup. “Alright, so there are probably well-over a hundred thousand different parallel universes, okay? Some of them are probably super similar to ours, and then there are others that are the complete opposite.” 

“O-kay,” you drone, your brows drawing together. You felt the start of a headache coming on as you prepared yourself for the confusing science-talk that was surely about to start pouring out of his mouth. 

Perhaps noticing your pained expression, Peter tries to find a way to simplify whatever explanation he was about to use. “Try and look at it like this,” he started, “think of the multiverse as some giant, cosmic loom, alright? Now imagine that each thread on the loom signifies a person. As the loom weaves all of these different threads together, different decisions get made and different actions are taken—and with every choice, a new thread is spun, branching off and creating a variation of the original tapestry.” 

“So it’s like you and Parker, right?” You interrupt him, rubbing at your temples. “Same thread, different reality?” 

“Exactly! And, technically speaking, that’s how it’s supposed to be. As the loom weaves and alters reality, each thread continuously evolves into something different.” He paused, his fingers finally falling still. “But now imagine that—in the center of all of these branching tapestries—there exists one thread, entirely unbroken and unaltered by this ever-weaving tapestry of existence, okay? A glitch in the cosmic fabric, a constant that’s woven into infinite realities and yet, somehow, remains fundamentally unchanged. How does that work?” 

You couldn’t ignore the sense of dread creeping up your spine, nor could you escape the slight wobble in your voice as you said, “It doesn’t sound like it should.” 

“You’re right, it shouldn’t work.” Peter confirmed, his expression nearly impossible to read. “But according to Doctor Strange, you are that thread. A constant anomaly that defies every potential law of the multiverse.” 

Nausea bubbled in your gut. God, you did not want to deal with this right now! 

“And let me guess,” a bitter laugh follows your words, “that’s as much information as he was willing to give, wasn’t it?” 

“Yep,” Peter pops his lips, leaning back into his stool. His brows raise slightly in a silent I told you so before he says, “Hey, you’re the one that wanted to be involved, right? Now you’re at the center of everything-” 

“I said I wanted to help you,” you correct him sharply. “Not that I wanted to be at the center of Doctor Strange’s weird Time Stones fantasies!” 

He only shrugs, barely acknowledging the dirty look you gave him as he plucks his phone off of the counter, clicking on a notification. “Same thing, isn’t it? Either way, you get what you want.” 

“What I want?” You echoed, your mouth hung open in disbelief. 

“Doctor Strange seems to think that whatever is wrong with you might help us solve all of this. That you might be connected to the multiverse somehow, or that you’re at least immune to it. So yeah, you get what you want. You get to help,” he spat the word out like an insult, too focused on typing something to even notice how rude he sounded. 

If it weren’t for the feeling that stomach acid was about to come crawling up your throat, then you might have taken some time to unpack the bitterness in his tone or be hurt by the claim that something was wrong with you—but you didn’t. Even if you had, you weren’t sure that it would have gotten you anywhere. 

You weren’t stupid. Peter was wielding his insolence like a shield, purposefully trying to hurt you as an effort to keep you at arms length—and, if you had to guess, Mj and Ned were probably receiving the same treatment right now. 

“Well this isn’t exactly what I had in mind when I said I wanted to help,” you admitted, one hand going to rest against your cramping stomach. At least the throbbing in your temples had died down… 

Peter only shrugged at you, shoving his phone in his back pocket and rising to his feet. “Too bad,” he told you, offering a smile that most definitely wasn’t genuine. “I’ve gotta go, but make him walk you home, alright? I’ll text you if I hear anything else from Doctor Strange.” 

Parker frowned beside you, and whether it was because Peter was speaking about him like he wasn’t here or because of his attitude in general, you couldn’t tell. 

“Whoa, hold up! You didn’t even tell me what your plan is until you hear from him!” You argue, reaching for his wrist to keep him from walking past you until he answered. 

He pulls his hand back from your grip, but not before your stare snags on the reddish hue that stains his nails—blood. Noticing it only served to make you feel sicker, and to make your concern for Peter grow larger. Was he really still walking around with May’s blood caked under his nails? Has he rested at all since last night? 

“Same plan as always,” he told you, your eyes snapping up to meet his, suddenly noticing how rimmed with exhaustion they were. “Stop the bad guys.” 

He didn’t leave any time for protests or further questions before turning his back to you and heading straight for the exit. When the little bell on the door chimed as he shoved his way back out onto the streets, you couldn’t stop the worried sigh that escaped your lips. 

Peter was an Avenger by every right. He had battled alongside a Norse God and helped take down a literal Titan, and so knew that you shouldn’t have any reason to doubt his capability when it came to taking down whatever villains had crossed into your world. 

But it wasn’t that you doubted his ability to survive against them, or even his ability to stop them—you were worried about whether he could handle the weight of it all. 

The weight of him placing yet another thing on his shoulders. Another villain, another fight, another burden, another chance to lose someone. 

Thinking of that, it suddenly dawned on you that maybe Mj and Ned weren’t getting the same treatment as you. Maybe you were getting the worst of it, if only because now whatever connection you had to the multiverse was just another weight he thought he had to bear, another person he had to worry about protecting. 

Guilt flooded your veins, and even as you tried to remind yourself that you hadn’t caused this, you still couldn’t shake the anxious feeling that it was somehow your fault anyway. 

“Y’know, I get that this probably isn’t the right time for this,” Parker starts. When you look at him, your attention immediately snags on the dozen donuts that he had ordered while you were talking to Peter. “But I think it’s so cool that you guys have magic in your world!” 

He takes another bite of the donut in his hand, powdered sugar falling from his lips as he says, “And these donuts! It’s a tough call, but they might be even better than magic!” 

You didn’t know him well enough to be able to tell if he was intentionally trying to lighten the mood or if it was just incidental, but it worked all the same. Laughter poured from your mouth, and it wasn’t until it died down that he said anything else. 

“Sooo… That was tense, wasn’t it? Like, it wasn’t just me, right?” 

You groan, propping your elbows against the counter and placing your cheeks in your palms. “Was it that noticeable?” 

Parker snorts a laugh, stretching an arm past you to reach for Peter’s abandoned coffee. “Oh, yeah. It’s actually painful to be in a room with you two.” 

His playful tone made it clear that it was just a joke, but it still made you feel bad. You already didn’t like how hostile things felt between you and Peter, even if it was only one-sided, and to know that others felt it too just made it that much worse. 

“Things are just.. Difficult, right now.” You tell him, choosing your words carefully. 

“So it hasn’t always been like that with you guys?” He asks, and the delicate arch of his brow made it seem as though he were shocked by the possibility that things had ever been civil between you and Peter. 

There was a chance that you had misread his expression though, as it was very quickly wiped away once he took a sip of Peter’s half-drank coffee, gagging as soon as it hit his tongue. “Holy shi-” he started coughing, cutting off the vulgarities that threatened to spill out. “How does he drink this?!” Parker yelped as soon as he could take a full breath, looking utterly disgusted as he shoved the cup back across the bar. “It’s literally just liquid sugar!” 

You found it hard to stifle your amusement at his suffering, even as he shot you a teasing scowl for it. “No,” you answer his previous question, trying to ignore his melodramatic display, “believe it or not, things between us actually used to be really… I don’t know—easy, I guess.” 

Parker was still smacking his lips to try and rid himself of the cloying aftertaste. “What changed?” 

In retrospect, you realized that it probably would have been smarter for you to bite your tongue. To offer him some cheap, cop-out excuse rather than tell him the truth. After all, you already had experience in hiding from the truth and it wasn’t like you really knew Parker, and so lying to him shouldn’t have been a hard task. 

Yet, for some reason, you told him the truth anyway. 

“Mj happened.” 

Parker’s brows furrows. “The girl from last night, right?” 

“Yep. That’s the one.” 

“Y’know, I don’t really like her all that much,” his words were spoken like a balm, seeking to ease the dejected look etched upon your face, but tinged with enough playful sarcasm for you to know he didn’t actually mean them. “She threw a bread roll at me. A few of them, actually.” 

It was hard not to laugh at the thought considering that it was such an Mj thing to do. “Sounds about right,” you crack a smile, although you don't feel particularly happy. “She’s always been slow to trust, especially complete strangers.” 

In an odd sort of way, the statement felt like a lie. Not because it actually wasn’t true—because Mj was wary of strangers—but because Parker didn’t quite feel like a stranger in your mind. While last night had been a bit awkward, you now felt like talking to him was effortless, each sentence rolling off your tongue with unnatural ease. 

“But she trusts you?” Parker asks, picking a crumb off another one of the pastries and popping it into his mouth. 

You sucked in a breath. 

“I don’t know,” you answer him, with a bit more honesty than you're comfortable with. “I mean, I know that she used to trust me. But now… I’m not even sure if she likes me anymore.” 

His brow snapped up. “What changed?” 

Suddenly the truth no longer felt so easy, and you found yourself wishing that you could change the subject altogether. You didn’t want to talk about this—especially not with him, some boy that you had known for less than twenty-four hours. 

But you had backed yourself into a corner, and so in an effort to try and satiate whatever interest he had developed in the story you had told, you settled on offering a vague half-truth. 

“She started dating Peter,” you tell him simply, putting effort into looking disinterested. “They got together a few months ago and things just… It just got weird, y’know? It’s always awkward when two of your friends get together, I guess. Creates too much drama.” 

“Yeah, for sure,” Parker hums, agreeing with you. “Especially when you have feelings for him, right?” 

An incomprehensible noise escaped your throat, best categorized as something between a laugh and a cough. Your mouth fell open to try and defend yourself, to try and deny his claim—but he didn’t even give you a chance. 

“Oh c’mon!” Parker groans, grinning when he notices the now rosy complexion of your cheeks. “Did you really think I wouldn’t notice? I mean, let’s be real here, alright? That whole sugar thing earlier?” He jutted a finger towards Peter’s abandoned iced coffee, “Was a dead giveaway.” 

“You’re insane,” You declare, shaking your head and masking your embarrassment with uncomfortable laughter. “I don’t have feelings for Peter—and even if I did, it wouldn’t matter! Regardless of what it’s done to our friendship, Mj is literally perfect for him and-” 

“I think it’s cute,” he interrupts, a delicate smile gracing his lips. Noticing the way your brows furrow, he elaborated, “How much you care about him. And how much you care about her, too, since you’re so willing to pretend like you don’t like him.” 

“I’m not pretending-” 

Parker jokingly cut his eyes. “Yeah, sureee.” 

Blowing a frustrated breath, you push yourself up from the barstool. “Alright, I think it’s time to go home.” You tell him, far too flustered to try and come up with a good defense to his teasing. “You can take the rest of your donuts to go, Bug-boy.” 

There was a subtle shift in his demeanor as the taunting nickname fell from your lips, and he almost felt as though his heart had stopped dead in his chest. 

“Fine,” Parker yields, rising to his feet and snagging the box of donuts from the bar. “But I really hope that you have your wallet—cause I definitely don’t have a way to pay for these.” He flashed a crooked smile before continuing, “Or we can just run really fast and hope they don’t call the police on us for stealing pastries.” 

“I can’t imagine that robbery would be very good for your reputation as a hero,” you chide sarcastically, your own lips curling into a half-smile, “so I’ll pay—but only if you give me every cruller in that box. Deal?” 

Parker spares a quick glance down at the dozen box of donuts in his hands. Half of them were already gone, but through the small cellophane window he could see that there were three frosted crullers left. “Deal.”

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a/n - for those who read IY before the rewrite, you may already be able to note some rather major changes going on lmao. i genuinely can't describe how much i actually enjoy rewriting this story, as i'm finally able to collect my thoughts enough to write the plot the way i originally wanted to.

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Pick up your phone!

paring : toxic!ellie x toxic!reader

warnings : Mention of weed, alcohol. Ellie’s punishment with sex. Mention of nudes. Oral (e!receiving), fingering (r!reveiving). Language, nicknames such as : slut, doll, angel, baby, bitch, motherfocker (and others). mention of yn like twice. Mention of cheating and lying and many other bad things 😅. Ellie and reader are NOT healthy, do not romanticize their relationship, its fucked up. Porn w out plot? (kinda). Both reader and ellie are mean and does fucked up shit. 18+

summary : You wait Ellie again. she’s late for 4 hours and she wants to make it up to you. But you didn’t want to fall in her arms this time- which you obviously lost at trying to do. Ellie’s mad and has a punishment for you when she was in the wrong, and you had every right to be mad at her.

kinda a scrap this is bad 🙏

short asf

you :

00:12 - Ellie, where are you?

00:34 - Ellie istg answer me!!

1:02 - c’mon you said you’d come over today

Els 🖕🏻:

1:55 - im omw

1:57 - dont bother.

2:01 - im sorry im late

2:01 - you’re always sorry, dont come home and go fuck one of your stupid fangirls

2:02 - im coming over

2:02 - i said no

2:03 - c’mon lemme make it up to you 💋

2:05 - im gonna block you

2:32 - yn? !message not delivered!

“fuck” Ellie mumbled under her breath, going out of the studio and jumps in her Truck. going over speed’s limit and then knocking hard enough on your apartment to wake up everyone else in the combo.

you get up from your bed, unable to sleep due to waiting for her all night.

you open your door and when you see Ellie standing in front of it, smelling weed and alcohol, you know she wasn’t gonna be easy to deal with tonight.

“Ellie go home, its 3 in the morning…”

“cmon let me in baby” she said in a whisper, almost sounding like a whine.

You and Ellie’s relationship was complicated- that was what you were saying to your friends, because the amount of time you two broke up, that she cheated on you, that you would expose her nudes on internet, that she would sleep with a stranger just to piss you off and somehow you’d still let her come back in your arms- as she did the same with you. you would do shitty things as well, like saying to all of her fans that the concert was cancelled or that it changed location. you could also post on twitter her worse secrets when you learned that she cheated on you. you’d also make up lies about some random stuff just to get a revenge out of her.

but mostly she would just fuck up your trust for her like coming home 4 hours later or cheating on the infinite amount of girls. she’d also love bomb you to get you back and then would disappear for weeks. she also showed all of her band’s member the sextape she got of you- and you knew after Dina, the base player told it to you. You and ellie would randomly call eachothers- especially when she or you were under something, most likely weed or alcohol but sometimes something else. It wasnt rare that you would make her jealous and posting a story of you and a girl on instagram and she’d come over to fuck you dumb. only to wake up alone in the bed.

“ellie please i just wanna sleep tonight, no fight.”

“and please i just wanna say sorry, no fight.” Ellie answered, thinking she was a smart girl for this one

you rolled your eyes.

“are you even able to walk?” you asked her, seeing her flushed cheeks and her eyes red like hell

“of course i am baby, im okay.. please let me just make it up to you im so sorry im late”

“no youre not! because you wouldve told me you’d come home late or you wouldve just told me that you were busy!!!”

“im so sorry..” she says in a childish tone, just as if she was mocking you for being so mad.

“fuck off els”

Ellie rolled her eyes and made her way inside, taking steps closer to you.

“dont talk to me like that.” Ellie says, looking right into your eyes- mood changing suddenly, she didnt get the answer she wanted.

“you dont show up 4 hours late, bitch”

Ellie’s jaw tightened and she looked at you furiously

“tell me you just wanted to fuck me Ellie.”

“dont you ever call me ‘bitch’ again.”

“or what? you’re gonna leave? that already happened, i can survive it.”

“nah.. im gonna give you a lesson.”

“the fuck you mean?”

“get on your knees” Ellie said, tone demanding.

“i wont do shit you ask me to do Ellie.” you say scared of what she’s gonna ask you to do. you have some suspicions, but your mind is overthinking about so many possibilities.

Ellie puts her hands on your shoulders and force you to get you on your knees. She looks at you from down and she takes off her pants along with her boxers.

“you know what to do now.” Ellie tells you, intertwining her fingers with your hair, pulling you closer to her pussy. You start to give her short licks, obviously nothing enough for her.

“I swear to god you motherfucker if you dont do what-“

Ellie started but got cut off with one of her whines by you sucking her clit like your life depended on it. Your knees hurts, but her grip in your hair is too strong for you to move. your holding her by the thighs, moaning against her cunt by how good she tastes. obviously pussydrunk by her. and the perfect little grunts she would make made you so fucking wet. her hips would be jerking against your face, riding your tongue the best she could to chase your high. Ellie would never tell you, but you ever were the only one to make her cum. she knew that it would make your ego so much too high if she told you that on countless girls you were the only one able to please her. you know her sweet spots and she wasnt scared to be vulnerable with you. she always was. and you always were too.

“Fuck- fuck.. just like that, yeah”

her grunts would turn into whines and her whines into small moans. Ellie wasnt that much of a loud girl, but you knew if she was vocal- it was good. it made you laugh, sending vibrations through her clit.

“Im gonna- fuckkk!!” she moans out as she cums in your mouth. you still suck her clit as she rides your tongue for her high to be longer.

you get up from your knees and ellie kisses you, tasting herself on your tongue. the kiss turns rapidly messy and rough. Ellie would hold you by the hips, directing you by the bed. as soon as you touched the bed, she made you lay down on it and she got on top of you, still making out with you. her kisses got on your jaw until your neck. she then took a pause to look at you. you were eye doying her- she would always win. you were her little slut.

“only needed my” puts a finger into your core “fingers to shut that attitude huh?”

she takes off your shirt- which you were braless under it. peaking already your tits, ellie titled her head, smirking

“you got ready for me, doll?”

you nodded, wanting more of her.

“nuh huh, words baby, i want words.” she told you as the sucked one of your nipples as one of her hand was massaging the other breast. as her other hand was working on your clit to make you feel sooo good.

“j-just for you els!” you obey to her request, only wanting her to go faster.

“faster el- faster!!” you try to manage to tell her.

“faster huh?” Ellie says as she just slows her pace of her fingers brushing against that sweet spot of yours.

“please ellie!!” you beg for her to go faster as she just slows down again and again.

“i didnt say you’d get a good time Baby, this is your punishment, as deserved.”

“please.. ill be good Ellie- never gonna be m-mean with you ever” you faked promised her, just needed to tell her whatever she wanted to hear.

“yeah? you’d do this for me, angel?” Ellie asks as shes at only one finger, completely ruining you. completely making you cry for more- needing more.

“id do anything- just please fuck me ellie, fuck me.”

-

2 days after this huge mistake. You and Ellie started to do this kind of thing all the time. She’d piss you off, you’d be mad, she’d become madder for something she made you mad at- and would finish as sex. the only way you two did work out with.

she made you feel so good and you made her feel better.

This was unhealthy, but she was so addictive.

she’d come home in the middle of the night- wouldnt care if you were deep asleep or had a party- she’d take care of that pussy no matter what. Her songs would be about you two relationships.

Everyone liked it.

and you were happy you had such a big impact that she wrote- and sang about you.

But she didnt see you that pretty- you were her fucking toy.

14:01 : why the fuck did you say that i was toxic in your song?

15:56 : because you are.

15:59 : fuck you els

16:01 : you wish <3

16:01 : you’re the toxic one in our relationship

16:30 : 💀💀 hell nah

16:31 : Ellie how many times did you cheat on me?

17:23 : babe, we were on break how many times do i get to tell you that?

17:23 : anyways i gtg ill see you tonight ;)

She wasnt easy and you werent either.

but whatever, she has become way more famous than ever.

she’d send you those pictures before a show, trying to make you come to one (which you did but didnt tell her).

“does that feel good els?” you say as your face was in between her thighs, on your knees just like how she loved you like that.

“fuck babe dont stop!!” Ellie would tell you into a soft tone, not so much like that little ‘dominant’ cover she’s making everyone believe she was. she was always the one screaming your name over and over.

she then would make you see heaven with her cock filling you up, camera in one hand and the other one on your breast. She’d look at it all the time, rolling circles on her clit whenever she missed you and you blocked her so she couldnt ask you for any nudes- she has better, she could literally see you in action getting fucked by her.

she loved you, that was why she was so fucked up at showing it.

and you just were getting revenge for how she made you feel.

But in a way you two belonged together.

But she’d still use you for your amazing body and how good your tongue felt against her cunt.

you were her little stress reliever. (you’d let her do whatever she wanted to you- you’d just never tell her that)

request are open 💋

#ellie williams #ellie fanfic #the last of us #ellie smut #ellie x reader #tlou fanfiction #wlw ns/fw #wlw post #wlw smut #toxic relationship #toxic love #toxicity #not healthy #wrong #ellie x you #ellie x fem reader #smut #so hot and sexy #dom x sub

[resowrites]

Hot Seat - oneshot.

Summary: Henry is interviewed about life post-The Witcher…

Characters: AU!Henry Cavill, Wife!OC, Interviewer

Warnings: fluff, banter/British humour, nondescript OC body type/appearance, hastily written/lightly proofread.

WC: 2817

A/N: This is something a bit different so I hope you all enjoy. Not that I should have to point it out but as with all my work, it’s pure fiction (as in completely made up) and not in any way meant to reflect reality. As ever, let me know your thoughts - R x

My work must not be copied, reposted, or translated elsewhere. Likes, follows, reblogs and comments are thoroughly welcome and appreciated! Gifs/pics not my own. I hope you all enjoy and thanks for visiting!

Hot Seat - oneshot.

My first thought upon starting my interview with Henry Cavill is that I must have got my lines crossed. Instead of the 39-year-old Jersey-born actor, the featureless wall on the screen in front of reveals a woman. She quickly introduces herself and apologises for his absence. "Our puppy got into a multipack of toilet rolls and is still wreaking havoc, but he'll be right with you." This, as it turns out, is his partner Ollie. The 33-year-old financial advisor (she politely asks me not to give her full name as apparently "the people who care already know it"), has been with the actor for the better part of a decade though it's seldom publicised. They're occasionally pictured together but Henry, known for being one of the more private Hollywood actors, has given away few details about the relationship.

This, however, doesn't stop her from graciously chatting with me while we await his arrival. Having a son with her name, I ask if it's short for something else. "No, just Ollie. My parents were fans of Laurel and Hardy," she says with a shrug. So she's not actually Olivia? "Nope, though I suppose it could have been worse, they could have called me Stan," she replies drily. I tell her my wife and I are expecting a girl in the summer. "Oh how lovely - don't give her a boy's name." Duly noted. I then ask after Kal, Henry's longtime canine companion, and she assures me he's still alive and kicking. So what prompted the puppy? "Anniversary gift," she says between sips of water, though she doesn't give a name or clarify who gifted who. Moving on, I ask if she has any tips for interviewing Henry. "Talk slowly," comes her immediate response. It's not difficult to see how he fell for her, big twinkly eyes and a throaty laugh betray a quick wit that's similar to his own. I venture to ask what it's like being in a relationship with him. "Agonising. I mean his looks alone, I'm at a loss," she deadpans before another laugh. And the fame? "Honestly, it's not something I really think about. Our day-to-day life is very normal."

As if on cue, Henry enters the room with a large and very fluffy puppy trying to wriggle free of his arms. His eyes flash briefly with concern but she gives him a reassuring smile, thanks me for my patience, and wishes me well. She then pats Henry on the chest, tells him to behave himself, and disappears with the puppy in tow. The screen now fills with his impressive frame though his demeanour is infinitely milder - if slightly harried. "My apologies John. Akita's - can't live with them, can't live without them." Much has been made of the peaks and troughs of his Hollywood career. At one point in the early aughts, he'd missed out on multiple high-profile roles (Henry Cavill: Hollywood's unluckiest actor?) Finally bagging Superman in 2013 with Zack Snyder's Man of Steel, he proved capable of big returns and even bigger popularity (Henry Cavill: Superman for a new generation).

In 2013's Man of Steel (image credit: Warner Bros.)

This makes news of his recent departure from both Netflix's The Witcher (ostensibly because of creative differences), and DC's Superman franchise (due to the recent hiring of James Gunn as the studio's creative leader), all the more stupefying. But whether or not he really is Hollywood's 'unluckiest' actor, this isn't a term that reflects his life outside of the job, something which definitely marks him out from his contemporaries. In addition to a much-protected relationship (neither he nor his publicist confirms the status of it despite appearing to wear a wedding ring), he hails from a loving family and has a close-knit group of friends. He withdrew from a recent project (for reasons unrelated to the project itself), but is now in talks to appear in and produce an adaptation of Warhammer 40, 000 after Amazon recently secured the rights to the popular tabletop game.

In 2019's The Witcher (image credit: Netflix)

It's actually not the first time I've met Henry. Our paths once crossed some years ago in a hotel lobby though this brief encounter was part of a jam-packed press tour. Today's meeting isn't scheduled for a considerably longer time, but there's more than enough to discuss. A colleague did however warn me that despite a more ingenuous nature, he can make for a difficult interviewee. For the first part of our interview, I would be inclined to agree. Though pleasant, his answers border on glib and this is perhaps unsurprising given the recent twists and turns of his career. Happily, he warms up as our fourty minutes go by and on this occasion, is more revealing about life away from the cameras…

J: First thing's first, are you watching the Six Nations (an annual international men's rugby union competition)?

H: Yeah, it's been dismal though (England won just two out of five matches)… doesn't bode well for the World Cup does it?

J: No it doesn't. Now I know you can't say much at the moment about more recent as well as upcoming projects, but I wanted to get your take on the development of IPs for modern audiences. More than ever it seems a rather precarious business…

H: I think that's a fair assessment. There's lots of competition and only a finite amount of resources, so balancing what audiences want against the financial gains is tricky.

J: So what's the solution?

H: Are you trying to get me into trouble (laughs)? It depends. I mean, you can experiment a bit more with big projects. But for niche ventures, I think it's probably better to lean on the source material and fanbases already there.

J: But do you think there's a general fatigue with certain genres at the moment?

H: Perhaps, but that's why it's all the more important to look at the project as a whole. More often than not, if a project sinks it's on the project, not the audience.

J: Surely events such as the pandemic have had a huge impact though?

H: Yeah, definitely. But I don't think it's that difficult to produce big and/or successful entertainment because if anything, the need has never been stronger. It may just require studios to slow down a bit and think harder about each stage of development.

J: Do you feel more at peace with your career these days?

H: I would say so. I mean it's not an industry you ever feel secure in because that's not really the nature of it. But I still feel the same rush and excitement. I think there's a tendency to forget that actors act for the same reason people enjoy consuming our work. We like to escape and have fun as well.

J: What has it taught you about yourself?

H: Well for one it's bettered my patience (laughs). There's also nothing like acting to improve your physique (laughs).

J: Do you still feel the same pressures to look and perform a certain way?

H: I mean to an extent it's just the expectation and I completely respect that - if you're spending millions bringing, say, Superman to life, whoever plays him must at the very least, look like him.

J: And what are your thoughts now that that franchise will be moving ahead without you?

H: Well, for one, I'm not as devastated as everyone seems to think (laughs). I had a blast making those films and I was looking forward to expanding on what was created but the workouts were something else. As were the press tours (laugh).

J: Would you say that's one of the biggest drawbacks now for actors?

H: I suppose. I mean who honestly wants to be hooked up to a lie detector and asked leading questions (laughs)? I find it a bit unfair at times. I'm not suggesting for one minute that actors aren't immensely lucky or privileged. Of course, what we do is comparatively easy. But the amount of exposure will always be a double-edged sword, no question.

J: You've said in the past you're not a huge fan of social media, do you think it's essential to what you do?

H: Perhaps not essential but it's undeniably very useful. And I have no issue in sharing parts of my life with those who find it interesting. But I also don’t see the harm in a bit of mystery, there's no need to upload and share absolutely everything.

J: More male stars are speaking up about the double standards in how they're treated by fans and the wider public. Are those sentiments you share?

H: Yes and no. I mean most of the time it's harmless and of course very flattering, but I think it's always best to put others at ease rather than risk making them uncomfortable. Of course, everyone has different ideas on how to do that (laughs) but as the old saying goes, do unto others…

J: I imagine it's different when that attention is also directed at those closest to you?

H: Oh absolutely. My friends and family didn't sign up for that but luckily they're good-natured about it.

J: It seems the lines are becoming more and more blurred though…

H: Yeah, and that's a shame. But it's also why you need to be prudent about how much of it you elicit and engage in.

J: But do you take issue with the amount of gossip? I imagine it's hard knowing it's out there when there's not much you can do about it.

H: I try and look for the silver linings, I mean if people are that invested it means you at least have some relevance still. Besides, I have a very happy, successful life outside of what I do and that makes all the difference.

J: I am curious to know how you've managed to make that work…

H: Well I don't want to give the impression that it's easy because it's not. Spending so much time away from the people you love is easily the worst thing about this job and it's something I'm always trying to improve.

J: You're also approaching 40, has that caused you to stop and take stock?

H: Thanks for the reminder (laughs). Nah I'm in a good place about it actually. Well, for now… (laughs).

J: Are there any roles, in particular, you still wish to play?

H: Not really. I think most people see me as an action star and I'm happy to remain so. It seems to be what I excel at though I've also enjoyed branching out into more comedic roles. More of those would be nice.

J: So you've no burning desires for the future? What about regrets?

H: I wouldn't say that (laughs). There's some stuff I've yet to get around to, as for regrets I've very few.

J: Such as?

H: Well, some of the films I've made for starters (laughs). Although that's not really fair as there's always something to take away from those experiences.

J: What about personally?

H: Um (pauses), nothing springs to mind. I wish I'd met my better half a lot sooner. But we've been together for over seven years so I can't complain.

J: If I remember rightly you'd just started seeing each other the last time we spoke.

H: That's right! God, where's the time gone?

J: How were the lockdowns for you both?

H: You know, as scary and traumatic as that time was, I can honestly say it reaffirmed to me that I'd made the right choices.

J: Did she feel similarly?

H: Perhaps not at first (laughs).

J: You certainly seem to share the same sense of humour. You know she introduced herself as the maid?

H: (Looks around) I hope you didn't fall for it… (laughs). And she's far more warped, trust me. She's just better at hiding it (laughs).

J: Care to give some examples?

H: Oh God, where do I start (laughs)? To be honest I'm not sure I can without making her look completely mad… though that wouldn't be an unfair assessment (laughs) (slight pause). She's a nightmare to text. Her idea of messaging me usually involves repeating a word until I manage to guess what on earth she's on about (laughs). I was in London a few days back and I messaged her asking how her morning had gone and she just kept responding with the word 'log' (laughs). So there I was, in a meeting with my business manager, trying to figure out at the back of my mind what she meant. Did she want to log a complaint (laughs)? Was I supposed to bring home a chocolate log? Did we need more firewood (laughs)? Turns out she'd just tripped over one while walking the dogs. See? Mad (grins).

J: My wife's like that but with GIFs.

H: Yeah, I get those less often but to maximum effect (laughs). Like I remember when I was getting fitted for the suits I wore in The Man from Uncle. I sent her a picture of my favourite and she immediately winged back a gif of Sterling Archer (from FX's 2009 animated sitcom Archer) (laughs).

J: Is she indifferent to what you do?

H: It's not that she's indifferent, she's just not taken in by it and thank God because it helps keep me sane.

J: So she likes to keep you on your toes?

H: Oh yeah, our life's never dull (laugh). The last time I was away filming, I'd stupidly warned her beforehand not to go anywhere near this rare Warhammer figurine that a friend sent me. So cue the photos of it in the dust container of the Dyson, at the edge of Kal's food bowl as his face was in it… she even sent me one of it in the washing machine just as it was filling up with water. That one warranted a phone call (laughs).

J: Oh dear. Did it survive?

H: Annoyingly it was absolutely fine… she's done worse (laughs).

J: Such as?

H: Er, well there was the time I was in New Zealand shooting the helicopter sequence for Mission Impossible: Fallout. I've talked about it before so I'm not going to rehash it but the conditions were extreme so everyone was pretty miserable. What made it worse was that a few weeks before, she'd broken her hand - the story of how she did that is actually funnier than the one I'm about to tell—

J: What happened?

H: … No, I can't say. She'd kill me (laughs). Anyway, being halfway across the world I couldn't get back to her and was in a bit of a state about it. So to cheer me up, one afternoon she sends me a video of her at the physio's office and in it (laughs)… she's wearing one of those old-fashioned prosthetic split hooks (laughs). What's amazing is how she somehow managed to rope the physio in, like as soon as he comes into the room she puts her phone down so as not to film him (laughs).

J: Where on earth did she get a split hook?

H: I know right? She told me Etsy but God knows… apparently the physio provided the arm it was attached to (laughs). So there I was, suspended above the Southern Alps, laughing the hardest I've ever laughed in my life.

J: Did you show it to Tom Cruise?

H: Oh yeah.

J: And what did he say?

H: She's a keeper (laughs). I'd play it for you but it got deleted when I changed phones a little while back.

J: Well, that's disappointing. What happened to the hook?

H: When I finally came home we had some champagne to celebrate and when I went to the drawer, I found she'd chucked it in there with the bottle openers (laughs).

J: Are there any more stories you can share?

H: Yeah, but I think I've said enough (laughs).

J: What makes the two of you such a good match do you think?

H: She's got a long fuse which certainly helps (laughs). We were just meant for each other (shrugs).

J: Did it feel that way quite early on? I know it did with my wife.

H: Oh yeah, almost instantly. When you know, you know.

A week after we meet I receive a gift at the office - a box of homemade cookies (which are heavenly) and a beautiful baby blanket. Accompanied is a note which first apologises for the gift's tardiness 'Henry ate the first batch,' thanks me for a good interview and then encourages some skepticism of the tales told as 'they're only mostly true.' Either way, I concede that he is indeed a lucky man.

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[dangthatscrayz]

Due to being held at gunpoint by the slay the princess fandom and voices in my head:

I guess it’s finally time for someone to write slay the princess x reader fanfiction headcannons (I haven’t done this stuff before but It is criminal how there’s only 1 on this platform)((my one true fear is somehow the creators see this because they have tumblr))

BTW: for this one the hc are for a voice inside the LQ head reader (if requested I’ll do different readers and other characters in slay the princess)

Characters for this one: voice of the stubborn, The narrator, voice of the smitten

Cw: the voice of the stubborn has to be a cw, possible ooc, slay the princess spoilers ofc, poly vibes going on for smitten and stubborn

Alright. First up is the voice of the Stubborn:

Platonic:

-Why? Jk jk I can’t talk on concerning choices when I’m a vot broken fan

-I don’t think he would talk much to you but like if you indulge ing want to fight the princess I picture you two being great friends

-I have a image in my head of this scenario if you indulge the “I wanna fight tendencies”

“See? They agree with me, the princess agree’s with me why can’t we just fight her like we are ment to?”

And Ig the reader hyping them up after this idk this is just headcannons

Romantic:

-yet again WHY? Jk jk

-the stubborns voice is hot

-well if all there voices are hot cus they are all voices by the same guy

-idk when the route ends and you both are in the flood of the shifting mound maybe you, him and the adversary could have the most violent polycule to exist

-the stubborn doesn’t strike me as the romantic type (for obvious reasons)

-but I do 100% believe he gets all cheesy fighting cmon man did you hear how he was talking abt fighting the adversary

-felt like he wanted to take her in a fight in both ways

-he would absolutely be similar to that with you

-maybe if your ok with ooc enough you can pretend he will be nicer or something

-if this was a tangible reality I think he would be the kind of person to grab stuff that makes them think of there s/o and not really talk all that romance

The narrator:

Platonic:

-why the narrator? Idk it’s not like anyone else is gonna do it

-I’m sires there’s the 4 narrator simps out there who are starved for food

-if your on-board with slaying the princess I’m sure he will like you if you aren’t annoying

-maybe if your one of the few sane individuals he would probably say something like

“Why can’t you all be like them?” If the other voices are being too annoying

Romantic:

-why?

-your man won’t even remember you whenever the LQ dies

-if you choose to go that route with the narrator idk man

-I don’t see him being very romantic ether

-I see him saying something like

“We can worry about that after the world is saved”

-gl your cooked

-if the princess does die for good ig you can all sit and enjoy eternity together

-if you get bored I guess I see him doing something like telling a story to pass infinite time or something

-I have a vivid image of the LQ in purgatory forever and just you marrying the narrator or something

-why did I choose this one I genuinely have no idea who wants this

-whatever it’s ok

-at least I’m 99.9 percent sure he wouldn’t be totally heartless. He says many times how he doesn’t like how romantic the smitten gets but that’s because it’s to the world ending princess

-feel like he would do some random bird things like nest if he was tangible

-no bed for you

Voice of the smitten because this is what everyone is probably looking for

Platonic:

-You and him will get along if you both want to save the princess

-the narrator will probably be annoyed at you two talking about her

-if you indulge the smitten’s tendencies it just gets worse

-he will get more romantic and sappy and peotic

-you can’t stop him

Romantic:

-he will not shut up

-the narrator is in tears

-he will be every more sappy and romantic

-now that one of the two of his loves can hear him you will not hear the end of how much he loves you

-he will go off on a tangent mid narrator narration to explain the Mariana Trench level love he has for you

-and the princess

-you thought he wouldn’t shut up in the real game?

-we won’t ever shut up now that your here

- if you tell him to shut up he will do so gladly

-even if you do it rudely

-you can do no wrong in his eyes unless you try to slay the princess

There here is some sustenance I genuinely was pulling stuff out my ass cus I do not have any spesific requests for anything rn.

Id I was a bit ooc sorry I do not write fanfiction or these headcannons.(at least I don’t post them for fear of being cringe)

But if anyone wants to slide into my inbox or comments with suggestions I will not deny any of it (unless it’s nsfw I’m sorry I can’t do that, I think I’m on the ace spectrum somewhere)((romance and sex are hard man))

#this is what you wanted #release my family pls #slay the princess #stp #slay the princess x reader #stp narrator x reader #stp smitten x reader #voice of the smitten x reader #stp stubborn x reader #voice of the stubborn x reader

[mythsandheather]

I've been pretty curious about the LO Critical side. I'm asking genuinely but what are the reasons why LO has such a strong anti Fandom.

Do people not like it? I was curious because it seems like a lot of lo critical/anti lo blogs seem to enjoy certain aspects and characters. Is it the author people don't enjoy?

Like I said I'm really being genuine. I think people have the right to have like their own critical space for a free webcomic. It's just interesting because it's like. This Fandom has a second Fandom of people who seem to hate the comic.

The anti community for any fandom is sure to be a complex place that’s usually, in my experience, more built on pain and disappointment than anything else. Pain because something important to you no longer provides comfort, maybe even perpetrates harmful themes for your own personal experiences, and disappointment because this is something you used to love and you wish could be better.

There’s two parts of the anti community for LO. There’s one part that, as you said, still holds some affection for the series, for memories attached to it and for some characters. There’s also another part that, again as you said, straight up just hate it.

I’ll briefly touch on the first part. They can see so clearly how LO could be infinitely better and that’s frustrating. They can see all the flaws they didn’t notice or didn’t want to see before and are exasperated by why it’s allowed to continue this way. Let’s not forget that a significant number of LO’s critics are people who were young teens and read it in their formative years without realising what they were being so carelessly exposed to.

With that realisation, there’s a level of anger and horror at learning what was put in front of them, marketed as safe and heavily promoted at every turn, and it’s only gotten worse over time. That must be an absolutely gut-wrenching thing to feel over something you loved once.

So in that sense, you’re correct; a big part of the anger comes down to Rachel herself and her choices.

Then there’s the other part of the anti fandom, the part that just out and out hates it and always has. This is where yours truly fits in.

Now, I was super active on tumblr during 2014-2017, when fandoms like Steven Universe, FNAF and Undertale were at their peak. I had to learn, trial by fire, how to be real critical of any media I consumed. There is certainly a downside to this, I tend to see the negatives of anything I enjoy first and then find positives later. The upside is it’s certainly been one helluva way to improve my media literacy and spot the bs from a mile away.

A lot of people don’t believe when I say I got skeevy, uncomfortable, gross vibes from LO from chapter one, but I did. I don’t know what it was, but it set me off so bad that I couldn’t get past “her butt is shaped like a heart” and never read it again.

Now I’m willing to admit that this part of the fandom, like me, are the way we are because we were never the target demographic for LO.

Therefore, when it came out and got popular, we were the ones who were absolutely baffled and the ones who got dog piled and called every name under the sun by fans for a long time…that is, of course, until a lot of those fans grew up, realised what they were reading and turned on the series.

As I said, the critical side of any fandom is complicated and this is just my two cents.

I could do a much longer post about how fucking angry I am at Rachel personally for the fact she’s from my country, a country who constantly gets ignored, and given this amazing chance that so many of us wish we could have, yet chose to peddle her self insert x celebrity crush jailbait fantasy.

I could talk all day about how physically sickened I am that she’s taken so many aspects of trauma experiences by myself and millions of others and used it as ignorant, glamourised, fetishised shock-material.

I could go on at length about what a racist, misogynistic, homophobic piece of baggage she is and how she’s permanently done damage to another culture while completely misrepresenting ours…but I won’t.

I’ll just draw more mean art of Persephone’s giant lips and Hades accidentally letting the air out of them with his mosquito nose instead.

What’s Rachel going to do? Draw a goofy, technicolor caricature of me in her comic that’ll blend into the background, be only half finished and look like a recoloured Persephone in her otherwise pristine and totally professional looking masterpiece that’s definitely not losing readers? Oh wait—

#antiloreolympus #lo critical #lore olympus critical #lo criticism #anti lore olympus #lore olympus criticism #ooh girl #I had things to say

[beevean]

I think thats my problem with Frontiers, yes it's an improvement over the 2010s games writing and I'm happy we're finally away from whatever Forces tried to do. But it feels so cynical but to me the final straw was the constant references. It felt too unnatural. After over 10 years of abysmal writing its just ughh

Imma be real with you chief: I think Frontiers' story is worse than all the Pontaff games.

Oh, those have their issues too, but they're issues that honestly never bothered me beyond "eh, wish they did something more with it". Like, I wish they packed more cute meta references in Generations, since that one was actually meant to be a blast from the past. Or I wish Forces didn't miss outright chunks when it came to showing Eggman conquering the world. Or I wish Amy and Knuckles were more than the comic relief in Lost World. Or I wish that the majority of Colors' story wasn't Sonic talking to mute robots, and was more about him and Tails having a fun romp. Yeah, those games have a strong cheesy tone and were either rather fluffy or didn't elaborate much on their concepts, I don't deny it.

But I don't even know what to praise in Frontiers' story. I guess Sonic and Knuckles' homoerotic dynamic? That was funny lol. But the game is just so full of itself I can hardly see through its blatant arrogance. The story does so little and still pretends to fix everything that was wrong with Sonic in the '10s, when in some regards it regresses things.

It's still "Sonic does everything while his friends cheer on the side" which was a big complaint in the "Solo Sonica" era, but now I have to ooh and aah as Amy, Knuckles and Tails go through the same arcs they went through in 1998 which is what passes as "development". Yes, "development" is apparently Amy chewing Sonic out because he's more concerned about his friends' safety and wellbeing than making some random critters happy, or Tails moping around because he's "wildly inconsistent" - tell me how this is better than him actually doing shit in Forces to stop Eggman and his Death Egg, after the infamous "Sonic help me" scene?

Eggman sits on his ass for the majority of the game like in Sonic Heroes because we're back to the era where shitty gods without a personality steal the final boss role (at least Dark Gaia didn't talk :V), but I'm meant to aww because now he's human, now he's fleshed out, see he created a cute daughter for himself! He cares! He's sad for her death/he holds her hand like a cute papa! He's a better character now! Because being a papa was what he always needed! What do you mean that in the Pontaff games he was actually the sole, genuine threat? Something fans used to cheer for when Colors came out?

At least Zor and Infinite are endearing in their own tryhard way (and Infinite was voiced by my dear Liam O'Brien lmao), which is more I can say for The End and especially Sage, the laziest Rei Ayanami ripoff I've ever seen but without a smidge of her tragic personality.

But anyway, thank you for giving me another word to define Frontiers' story with: cynical. Yeah, in a way, it is cynical, in how it was only written to be considered better than the older stupid games, and better in the same way a fanfiction written by a disgruntled fan would be considered. That's what it tried to do, and I can't consider it better than what Forces tried to do, which was simply to appeal to multiple types of fans.

#sonic the hedgehog #should i tag this as anti frontiers #i don't know i don't care #i'm still bitter about this game #i don't even have beef with it in total #just the story

[theliterarywolf]

RE : Welcome Home r34.

My position is that disregarding Clown's wishes is shitty, but also this is the internet and porn of things that get popular is kind of inevitable. You can mitigate it by politely asking not to, and most will listen. But R34 artists are kind of a stubborn contrarian bunch (especially if they hang around places like 4chan) and telling them no even in the tactful way Clown did would probably just spur them to go "Nyeeeeehhhh fuck you I won't do what you tell me" And what makes it worse is that such a position becomes easier to justify if you're someone who's had to put up with a decade plus of "RULE34 IS BAD!!!!! THINK OF THE CHILDREN!!!1!! I DON'T CARE IF YOU TAG IT SO THAT I CAN'T SEE IT JUST BY STUMBLING UPON IT, IF YOU SEXUALIZE MY BLORBO YOU'RE A PEDOPHILE!!!1!!11 BRONIES ARE RAPE APOLOGISTS WHO ARE ALSO PEDOPHILES AND STOLE A LITTLE GIRLS SHOW AWAY FROM THEM BECAUSE MUH SOGGY KNEES!!!! ANIME FANS ARE EVIL ALT RIGHT PEDOPHILES!! FANS OF JAPANESE MADE VIDEO GAMES ARE PEDOPHILES!!!!1 PEDO PEDO PEDO PEDO PEDO REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Like I don't think it's *okay*, I'm just saying that this is highly disappointing, but unsurprising.

See, so this is the exact mentality I was thinking about when I answered those first few asks.

Because, you know what? You're right: the internet is the internet and certain people are just going to do whatever the hell they want either way.

However, I'm going to bring up a few portions written by myself and others that kind of lean into my ultimate attitude on situations like this.

'Read more' because this turned into a doozy.

First and foremost, this portion from Absolmon's reblog of one of the earlier posts:

"I also think there’s a world of difference between a small time creator wanting to retain some control of their characters vs a billion dollar corporations character. I remember when JaidenAnimations made an statement saying she was upset by all the porn made of her avatar character, especially with her collaborators and people rushing out to make even more of it. The fact that Jaiden is ace and has a well known history of body image issues just makes it even more skeevy. "

This portion from a conversation I was having with Marquis de Glad:

Marquis - I dunno... Is it any different than all the people who make Rule34 of Elizabeth from Bioshock Infinite despite the creator not liking it? Or is that something you dislike as well? Mind you, I know basically nothing about this entire thing other than what you've posted, so it's possible I'm missing some context

Me - Well, I'm of the mindset that 'not liking' =/= 'please don't do this' I'm sure that Hasbro doesn't like all the MLP smut out there, but they never actually said 'please don't create this'. Another example would be how Martin Freeman's wife was talking about how she didn't like all the porn of her husband's characters people made that she kept finding when wanting to show their kids their dad's work... But she never said 'please don't do this'

And then, finally, from an ask I just answered:

"No one wants to think about the creators of their favored IPs anymore. They just want to be given the shiny new ball to treat (or mistreat) in any way they see fit for a while before dumping it to the wayside a month or so later to do it to something else. And if, heaven forbid, you get a creator who dares to want to have some matter of agency with how people engage with their creation, well...

'Why do you hate people having fun?'

'Well, I'm just going to do it anyway.'

'So... Anyway, these characters are now mine because the creator is obviously shitty and doesn't know them as well as I do'"

However, one other thing that I think a lot of people aren't remembering in the conversation around this issue is the notion of boundaries. And not just the boundaries creators are justified in setting for themselves, but the boundaries within fandom itself.

Because, going back to the whole rhetorical reenactment you had up there, there was a time when NSFW creators used to be able to lock up their work behind certain tags so that creators and minors wouldn't have to see it unless they took it upon themselves to sniff around. Remember things like Steven Universe smut being tagged as 'Stephen Galaxy', MLP smut having the nickname of 'Clop', or even people trying to recreate that effect in the Cookie Run fandom with tags like 'NotSafeforCookies'.

On the opposite end of this (the boundary established for NSFW to exist in so that creators and minors wouldn't have to see it), then, it would be understood that Creators and Minors wouldn't engage with said content.

Is the picture that I'm trying to establish here clear? Because while we can talk about 'respect a creator's boundaries' until the cows come home, some people will just not want to do that. Especially in the current fandom-space where NSFW is being demonized more and more. However, we are currently suffering a pandemic of people either refusing to tag properly or purposefully tagging their work with the most popular tags so that it is basically guaranteed to go outside of its intended audience.

And that is why, in a conversation that should only center around a creator becoming overwhelmed by how people are treating and feeling justified to their creation, you keep having people bring up fanpol and proshippers. Because that boundary being trampled on by both sides of the equation is what will continue to cause situations like this.

[evendumbo]

Man, just one more thing since I made the mistake of seeing how the conversation was going on twitter and elsewhere with the antis. It's not fun to see people call fans who rooted for a Ted and Rebecca romance crazy, strange, and obsessed. That's just fucking sexist and, maybe even more annoying to me, it's not good faith disagreement. I did not ship Ted and Rebecca throughout my first watch of both seasons one and two. I am generally not pressed by possible tv romances. The ship did not start in my imagination, it was initiated by the writers. It was not only a platonic soulmate story. It was a possible romantic soulmate set-up. I wish people would stop playing. If everyone can acknowledge that Nate eventually taking a turn for the worse was seeded all the way back in the season premiere, then we agree that the writing was deeply purposeful and likely seeded other things. In fact, after I finished the season 2 finale and rewatched seasons 1 and 2 together as a whole, it was the seeds of Nate's arc that I saw first. Then I began to realize the other narrative arcs that had been put into place and I marveled at the kind of work that the writing was doing. This is when I realized that the writing was communicating that Ted had a crush on Rebecca and only then, lo, a shipper was born.

Por ejemplo, I wish those who are saying that tedbecca was fabricated could explain why the Dutch guy had so many parallels with Ted. What would be the point of that? There are an infinite number of ways the writers could signal that he was a nice, goofy, caring guy. They didn't have to reference Kenny Rogers, they didn't have to make him cook for her, they didn't have to have Rebecca say "fuck me" after she consumed something he made, they didn't have to make the dress pink. If this were a regular show and Ted and Rebecca were regular platonic friends, none of this would have been (or at least should not have been) written. Imagine Leslie from Parks and Rec falling for a guy who is written to be exactly like her platonic friend, Ron. That would be weird, uncomfortable, and at least raise questions.

One could argue that, yes, Rebecca and Ted were soulmates but they had no romantic attraction, so the Dutch guy was supposed to be a Ted-shaped soulmate with romantic attraction. I'd counter with all kinds of things, but at least this would be a good faith argument because we can agree about what is clearly on the screen. We just disagree about the interpretation of the narrative. Nobody is "crazy" in this argument. It's fine if Hannah advocates for a purely platonic relationship between Ted and Rebecca, but it's not cool that she talked down to tedbecca fans who became excited about what was clearly on the screen like there was something wrong with us. The possibility of romance between Ted and Rebecca did not come out of thin air or some kind of heteronormative compulsion, it came from your show, girl. We didn't write it! If they were gonna get exasperated about people getting excited about a possible romance, then they shouldn't have written it and performed it like a possible romance.

As I said, it would have helped if we at least were given confirmation that Ted had a crush on Rebecca in season 3. If that had happened and everything else was the same, I would have been a little disappointed, but that would have been an ending that made sense to me, an ending that was bittersweet and cohered with everything else the show was expressing. I would have defended that ending forever. But without an actual reveal of at least Ted's feelings in the world of the show (not another pointless fake-out), I'm left feeling irritated or crazy-made or, as I said before, somewhat abandoned as a fan of the TL narrative style. And, at this point, until I let it go, I also dread the hanging possibility of TL's return. I've had enough ambiguity from these folks 😂. Just vaya con dios, friends. Adiooooos.

I love and respect television and I am deeply grateful to television writers. I have also acknowledged that Ted Lasso looks hella hard to write, so I am humbled by that. It had to reach a great height in order for me to be invested this hard. I am thankful for the show's lessons about faith and ethics and community and will try to take them to heart going forward. I honor the show, the fans, and the artists.

And, as far as people calling tedbecca fans crazy? As the woman said, fuck the haters. 💜

#i'm not going to be crazy-made as a fan of a show about a woman who survived abusive crazy-making #ted lasso #tedbecca #tedbecca truther forever

[cerise-tears]

on aphelios

I haven’t seen Shrek. 

That’s not entirely true. I’ve seen the first... fifteen minutes? My cousins were watching it one Christmas and I happened to be in the room. It didn’t really interest me at the time. But I haven’t seen the full movie, much to the horror of my peers. At this point it’s a recurring bit, and if I watched Shrek I wouldn’t have that anymore. What would be the point?

I am constantly in awe of people who put “CEO of *insert char here*” in their bios, descriptions, regardless of fandom. I have read countless fanfiction and headcanons about Victoria Chase, tried my hand at some fanfiction that I hated because I find my writing pretentious and lofty, commissioned people to draw her, etcetera, and I would never call myself the CEO of Victoria Chase, or assume any such divine knowledge. That’s the beauty of reading art - it’s the ability to have infinite discussions with people about how they’d see the character in various situations. I don’t call myself the “____ gal” for anyone. I worry not invoking this makes me seem like just a casual enjoyer of things. I want to be taken as seriously as any insane person here. 

I want to disregard the community around Settphel. I want to disregard the racism, disregard the fanatics, and talk about the ship itself. I want to talk about how I don’t see Aphelios as stunted emotionally, but socially. I want to talk about how I wish Alune hadn’t been his sister, but instead his only friend. I want to talk about the frustrating “both sides bad” nature to the Solari/Lunari conflict and how if we wanted better storytelling Aphelios should not exist in his current state. But I can’t do any of that because the fans are the ship. Through a cascade of circumstances from the origins as a lite crackship, to genuine dipshits saying Sett is “too cool to be into men”, to Aphelios being a little too good of a character to self insert as, to a genuine lack of proper queer rep, there is a grafting that cannot be untethered. 

I want to be so good of a writer that there is sorcery in my words. That I could show someone that they are wrong about something and have them change on a fundamental, primal level. I want to be able to curse someone and have them thank me. And when I can’t even do that with my favorite characters, characters that have a head start from excellent writers laying the groundwork, it fills me with a profound despair that in fact I will never be that good. I will always just be the town heretic, shaking my fist at the passerby telling them that life could be better, that they’re thinking about it all wrong, that they could be drinking wine instead of tar. I don’t want to be known for swatting cups out of people’s hands. Maybe they’ve been thirsty for their whole lives. 

Aphelios drinks noctum, a toxic plant that constricts his vocal chords and causes him immense pain in exchange for incredible prowess. He also gets to hear his sister, but he can’t talk to her. I think that’s worse than being alone. I think that sometimes I feel that way trying to engage with league lore. I think I’ve been granted incredible knowledge but can never communicate it. I think I am literally Aphelios, practiced and intelligent and cool and alone. 

I think I’m no better than his fans. 

#settphel #aphelios

[rescuefield-arch1]

i have thoughtsTM ( and spoilers )

objectively the movie is good, could have been a lot worse considering who we're dealing with but still. i had already watched half of the movie through clips and thought maybe there would have been missing parts to tie one scene with the other in a cohesive way, instead it's really just like that and it ends up looking like a bunch of cut scenes put together ( in a way that's too obvious, meanwhile sometimes they'd have landscapes as transitions etc etc )

dylan was a good villain SURPRISINGLY ?? he's unnerving and traumatized as fuck and his arguments are fair / foreshadow things we technically don't know yet according to the timeline but are sort of brought up in re7 & re8 ( fair enough, it is a prequel to those games after all. maria is the femme fatale just as she was in vendetta but hey she gets to talk this time around !! one win for girlbosses destined to fail. dr taylor was just... there. his scenes with claire made me cry but that's because MY GIRL IS CARRYING IT

now on the subjective... the screentime was not shared equally ( not that i expected it anyway ) and some of the dialogue is ?? i need to know more about what's up between claire and chris, they seem tense around each other until she gets infected / almost dies, and that comment jill made at the lab was out of pocket so she definitely knows something. i think claire and chris have some sort of clashing in regards of how to deal with the fight, but then again this is all speculation since you know how it is

i hold claire and rebecca dear to my heart !! best team up ( and i actually have so much to say about them speculation wise, not in a ship way but in the way that i think claire's a lot more comfortable around her than chris and i think this is not their first time teaming up for something lmao ). claire and jill care about each other so much and i'm glad to see it's finally being shown on screen as well. claire and leon barely interact which i already knew so it's okay lmao, i'll need to watch again later because i think i saw a blink and miss moment

all in all, the movie is good, a step up from the last movie released ( aka infinite darkness, which i feel wanted to do the same thing plot wise but didn't really hit the point. dylan is definitely a better written and more compelling villain than jason so i guess in a way capcom read fans' complaints and tried to make it better - which they succeeded as i already mentioned above ). the soundtrack is great, 10/10 will watch again

#𝙉𝙄𝙉𝘼 𝙔𝙊𝙐'𝙇𝙇 𝘽𝙀 𝙁𝙄𝙉𝙀! ⎯ ooc #di spoilers #it's not really a review BUT

[gamesception]

Sception reads Cassandra Cain #5

The Batman Chronicles #18 written by Devin Grayson, pencils by Dale Eaglesham

I've kind of gone over this in the past, but whatever, it's been a while. So Huntress / Helena Burtinelli was very briefly Batgirl/Batwoman during No Man's Land, while Batman was outside of Gotham trying to use his money and influence as Bruce Wayne to get the government to rebuild the city instead of walling it off, and for a while continued under that identity with Batman's approval after he returned. She was always meant to be a decoy/red herring by the editorial staff - as they had to announce the upcoming Batgirl title long before introducing the brand new character who would be headlining the book, but I honestly think this was a mistake - and more importantly just kind of mean to her fans.

Because Helena honestly made too much sense as Batgirl. Her character had originally been conceived as an alternate universe Batgirl who was the daughter of Bruce and Catwoman/Selina Kyle, a version of the character that was unceremoniously killed off and then erased from existence during the Crisis on Infinite Earths mega crossover / continuity reboot. So this is already a character and fan base who were hard done by before she was re-imagined as Helena Burtinelli, a version of the character who has at times been poorly treated in her own right. Elevating her to the mantle of Main Continuity Batgirl would have been long overdue justice to her fans, and a promise that the character would be treated better going forward.

And it was all just a red herring so the new character reveal could be a surprise. Not only had editorial not suddenly found their long missing respect for the character, they thought so little of her that her entire character could be jerked around for a cheap stunt.

Worse, as Red Herring Batgirl she was now in the way and had to be removed for the new Batgirl to take her place, and the way that went down was also pretty much bullshit, making Helena look like a coward for not even trying to save people under Batman's protection from Two Face's gang and making Bruce look like a monstrous asshole even by the Batman standards of the time. I really should have talked more about in the write up for Batman: Legends of the Dark Knight #120. Oh, well.

I wasn't a big Huntress fan, but if I had been it absolutely would have soured me on this new, unproven Batgirl character. In universe Helena would be more than justified in giving Cass a chilly reception. As far as I know, this issue is their first interaction, and I don't think I've read it before, so lets see how that goes.

despite the cover, and my long tangent above, neither Helena nor Cass is the actual focus of this issue. Rather, this is a Dr. Leslie Thompkins issue. Iirc she was a DCAU original, a doctor and surgeon in Gotham who did a lot of charity work, who knew Bruce since he was a boy. She knew Bruce was Batman, and basically served as the emergency doctor for the bat family in general. She appeared fairly sparingly in the animated show, but became a regular part of the comics, where she served as sort of a moral conscience for the bat family, constantly questioning their methods and use of violence. TV Leslie was a pacifist too, but that wasn't the primary focus of her character, and the change in focus and overuse in the comics did her absolutely no favors.

Because, of course, the Batman comics can't endorse the idea that the Batman is fundamentally a bad idea, so Leslie is inevitably put in situations contrived to make her wrong. Over and over again. And yet she keeps harping on about how violence is bad and the bat folks should stop hitting people who are threatening to blow up city hall or that punching a supervillain who is shooting up a crowd of civilians makes you just as bad as them or how the morally correct thing is to politely ask the Condiment King not to drown celebrity guest Gordon Ramsay in ranch dressing, and if he chooses to do so anyway well that's on him but at least your conscience doesn't have to be burdened by the indelible sin of hitting, because hitting is bad, and if you don't feel bad about hitting then she'll be sure to feel twice as bad for you, and she'll rub your face in her own misplaced guilt until you feel some by proxy god damnit.

Overall it was very insincere and turned Dr. Thompkins from the beloved character of the animated series, an all-to-rare rare surrogate mother figure for Bruce, into a smug self righteous downer and a nag.

This poor treatment of Dr. Thompkins in the bat books would eventually escalate into one of the most egregious and disgusting and frankly uncalled for character assassinations in the history of the medium, as bad if not worse than what Cass suffered. Eventually retconned, badly of course. Even so, I hope I get bored of this project and drop it again long before we get to the point where I have to talk about War Games / War Crimes in detail, because that was some of the most disgusting, reprehensible, and just plain mean spirited comic book writing in DC history - already a shamefully low bar - and the entire editorial staff responsible for it should have been banned from ever putting ink to page again.

But hey, here I am going off on ~another~ tangent, instead of looking at the actual issue in front of me.

So anyway, this issue opens on Dr. Thompkins having a nightmare where she pushes through a refugee camp, unable to help any of the people due to a lack of supplies, while stalked by a monster man - obviously Bruce - trying to take her away from the work that needs doing but that she can't do anyway, and maybe secretly doesn't even really want to.

Leslie's nightmare isn't far removed from her waking reality, as her little medical camp is under-staffed, under-supplied, and overwhelmed by sick and injured people from across Gotham with literally no where else to go for treatment.

Adding to her troubles, Zsasz was brought in to her clinic beaten to hell and with a conspicuous bite taken out of his side, and while he's unconscious for now he'll doubtless start killin' again as soon as he wakes up.

As dangerous as Zsasz is supposed to be, though, mostly down to sheer relentlessness, he's still just a guy? He's not super powered or anything? If Cass is in this book she should just beat him outright in any sort of physical fight in a rock-beats-scissors sort of way? Hrm.

Zsasz's injuries come courtesy of Killer Croc, who attacked Zsasz after he attacked a homeless man who happened to be Croc's friend. Now both 'Stumpy' and Zsasz are being treated by Leslie, and Croc's stalking the outskirts of the medical camp, torn between tearing through the place to finish of Zsasz and holding back so that Thompkins can treat his friend. He wants Leslie to just hand Zsasz over to him, but of course she can't do that.

Above I criticized the sort of moral dilemmas the writers often subjected Leslie to, but so far at least this feels more fair and Leslie's position doesn't seem as unreasonable. But despite his current injuries Zsasz /does/ present a threat to everyone at the camp, arguably even more so than Croc does. The GCPD group in No Man's Land is run by Gordon, at least in theory, but most of the cops are more loyal to this other guy who would immediately kill both Zsasz and Croc if he got his hands on either of them, probably 'Stumpy' too if he heard the guy was Croc's friend, so she can't turn to them. Honestly, she knows Bruce doesn't kill people, so the ideal solution would be to hand Zsasz off to Batman.

Speak of the devil, it's Officer Pettit. His deal is that since there's no legal system in No Man's Land, no way to put criminals/supervillains on trial, no intact and manned prisons to hold them in (that he knows about anyway), that anybody he deems a criminal should just be killed.

The classic conflict between at least this version of Helena and Bruce is that she's willing to kill people sometimes, whether for personal revenge reasons or if she just can't work out some other way to stop them from killing other people in the moment. And killing is something that Batman generally, and especially at the time, took a particularly uncompromising view of. In Batman's mind, if you kill you're a killer, and no better than anyone else who kills people. Never-you-mind that he's pals with the justice league and most of them, even Superman, have killed at this point in continuity. Within the pages of the bat books at least, Bruce's feelings on killing are as uncompromising and iron-clad as Leslie's feelings about violence in general.

Come to think of it, why wasn't that the reason Helena stopped being Batgirl? Like if she had fought Two Face's gang to try to protect the people in Batman's territory despite their overwhelming numbers, but in the end had resorted to killing some of them to save the people they were attacking. That would have made for a believable conflict between Helena and Bruce to justify their falling out, one that would have been more in line with their respective characters and wouldn't have made either of them come off looking quite as heartless and frankly unheroic as what the writers/editors actually went with.

But whatever, the point is that with Helena's looser stance on killing, it makes some amount of sense that she'd end up with Pettit after cutting ties with Bruce, at least temporarily. Eventually she'll realize that he's no good, but I guess that hasn't happened yet.

Anyway, Leslie agrees to let Pettit's injured officers into the camp if they leave their guns behind. They agree, and Huntress accompanies them and Dr. Thompkins while Pettit stays outside the camp with his health and armed men to hunt for Croc.

Once Helena realizes Dr. Thompkins has Zsasz there, though, she objects pretty vociferously.

It's one thing to endanger herself for her principles, but Thompkins is also endangering all of the other people there seeking her help. Also, yeah, comic Thomkins is kind of a downer.

Around this time Bruce and Cass show up, dropping off medical supplies they got from... somewhere, I don't know.

And there's their first meeting. And yeah, a justifiably cold greeting from Helena, though at lest she's not particularly mean or aggressive about it. It's Bruce she's angry at overall. The fist-bump as a hello for Cass is cute and on brand, and I like that we can kind of make out her facial expression despite the mask.

I like these handful of panels, with Helena shoving past Cass to confront Bruce. For one, we get a good sense of difference in size where Helena, a grown ass adult, is shown as clearly larger than teenage Cass, while Bruce towers over her in return. Its not just these three, there's also skinny fragile Dr. Thompkins, and various background figures in the crowd scenes. I have to give Eaglesham credit here - he knows how to give characters, including the female characters, different silhouettes and body shapes and facial features and body langue, and he effectively uses these differences to convey the characters' different personalities and emotional states. Like, Helena is annoyed at Cass, annoyed at how quickly she was replaced, but she's angry at Bruce, and Eaglesham really shows that in her facial expression.

We're here for Cass though, and I really like how she's drawn in that panel where Helena's pushing past her. Her proportions, the big head relative to her body size, the way her cape folds, etc. Between that and the offered fist bump panel, this doesn't just feel like Batgirl to me, it feels like Cass specifically.

As much as Bruce and Helena are on bad terms right now, Bruce is very much on her side when it comes to treating Zsasz at the clinic, and in particular when it comes to giving him a blood transfusion when donor blood is so hard to come by right now. Of course, there have been versions of Batman - versions I generally prefer - who would have taken Leslie's side on this, but NML Batman was a bit of a grumpy guss, so this isn't exactly out of character.

Pettit starts shooting at Croc, interrupting Bruce & Leslie's argument, and... I'm sorry, what the hell is with that panel of Cass's face there. Like, cheat and draw her face through the mask, or just draw the mask, either would be better than whatever that mushy mess is. And I was just talking you up, Eaglesham, what happened there?

On a more positive note, this bit where Cass asks Bruce through pantomime if Leslie is his mother is good. Very on brand, gets the idea across well, doesn't take ~too much~ more panel space than if she was able to just ask him in a word bubble. It's also a good example of Cass being empathetic to the people around her which is simultaneously one of her core character traits and in a sense also her super power.

Like, she's not at all the focus of this book, but so far both the writing and the art for her are pretty solid.

The distraction is fairly brief, and afterwords Bruce & Leslie's argument resumes, escalating to the point where Bruce is compelled to storm off and brood for a while.

As he goes, we get this interaction between him and Cass, where, on the positive side it's a continuation of the themes I liked before, the empathy, the communication through pantomime... and her face is a lot better in these panels than in that weird mushy one from before. But asking if Bruce is sad by tracing a big ole fake tear down her face with a finger is a bit hammy.

Of course, the moment Batman leaves everything goes to heck. Zsasz is up...

And Croc gets the drop on Pettit.

So Zsasz is threatening Dr. Thompkins and Cass & Helena rush up to help, but - and this isn't super clear from the art - but Helena goes to shoot Zsasz with her wrist-mounted crossbow. Yes, it's a gimmick weapon that looks like a toy, but her crossbow has absolutely been established as a lethal weapon in universe. Cass, whose 'no killing' policy is if anything even more strict than Bruce's, stops her from shooting Zsasz, which leads to a scuffle between Huntress and Batgirl, preventing either of them from intervening to help Dr. Thompkins. Which I guess explains why Cass being nearby doesn't just neutralize Zsasz as a threat, but it does make her and Helena both seem kind of dumb in the moment.

But making Cass and Helena hold the idiot ball for a bit must have been worth it in the writer's mind in order to give Leslie her Big Scene.

Believe it or not, Zsasz is unmoved.

Wont resist him with violence? What would you do if you weren't so morally upright, Leslie? Lightly open-hand slap him into submission? Like, if this scene could somehow happen in such a way where she actually had physical power over him, like if he was tied down and she had a scalpel or something, then the decision not to exercise that power might have some meaning, but the way this scene was set up it's not like there was anything she could do anyway. She's not even making a convincing appeal here.

By 'not resist him with violence' she means 'no resist him in any fashion what so ever' - not even physically stand in front of him to buy the people behind her a moment to run. Instead she literally curls up on the ground in the fetal position. Cartoon Dr. Thompkins was also a stanch pacifist whose moral convictions would have compelled her to help even a killer if they were in need, but she had more dignity than this.

Croc shows up to save Leslie while Cass and Helena are still busy bickering amongst themselves.

And afterwards Cass gives Leslie this super respectful bow like the reader is supposed to have been blown away by Leslie's great moral fortitude.

And Bruce gets over his big sulk just in time to catch Zsasz and drag him off to his secret prison, which is an absolutely normal thing to have.

...

So yeah, I got super sidetracked this time by how much I don't like the comic version of Dr. Thompkins, at least not the way she was portrayed at the time. But focusing specifically on Cass... they didn't do a bad job with her here, like, at all. She mostly looks cool. She's recognizably a teenager most of the time, instead of being drawn exactly the same as when Helena was in the costume. She's shown to be curious and empathetic and a bit stubborn and actually quite communicative despite being non-verbal. There's a bit of her individual personality showing through here even though there's like four or five other characters who are more central to the story being told than she is. I didn't really enjoy the issue overall, but I'm honestly pretty happy with Cass's portrayal in it specifically.

#sception reads cassandra cain #batgirl #cassandra cain #leslie thompkins #helena bertinelli #long post

[elliemarchetti]

Five Ways to Seduce a Male [5/5]

Merry Christmas to everyone involved in this year’s @acotargiftexchange

@aldbooks this is the last gift in my little advent calendar, I hope it’s the proper grand finale you deserve!

Until next time, your hyperactive elf 😘

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TW: kinda mild, but NSFW in the end (masturbation)

Words: 1.223

5. Express Your Needs

Elain knew she startled everyone when she disappeared from her bedroom and apparently winnowed outside Prythian just to reach for her mate. She hadn’t done it intentionally, but since then Rhysand insisted for the wards around the house to be strengthened, and the priestesses at the library intensified their studies on her condition, or her ability, as Amren claimed she should call it. In general, Elain felt like a freak, constantly monitored by Nuala and Cerridwen and kept so busy by the entire Inner Circle she was too exhausted in the evening to muster the strength to write to Lucien. Besides, it wasn’t like she really knew what to say. She wanted to talk about her days, the stagnant situation at the Night Court and the progresses Nyx was making, and at the same time it would all be a way to ignore what she did when her sister showed up with her husband to take her home. Worn-out from the bath, the conversation with the Queen and her brain’s desperate attempt to understand what just happened, she let them decide for her again, without opposing or siding in favour of her mate, who claimed that if magic led her this far there had to be a reason. He was right, as he’d been all along in his attempts to know her better and get her out of the cocoon of despair caused by Graysen’s rejection, yet falling back into old habits was too easy, especially when she was a vulnerable mess, so the High Lord brought her back to the very place she unconsciously fled, and Elain could’ve sworn there was a lingering smell of ashes and rot on her pillow. To make matters worse, Lucien’s absence threatened to drive her mad, even more after she tasted what it felt like to indulge in his caresses. In her head, she relived the surreal events at the manor so many times she could hardly distinguish what was real and what not. She was sure that if Vassa hadn’t interrupted, she would’ve done something reckless, something she might regret and would’ve complicated things beyond repair, yet the flashbacks of Lucien’s fingers exploring her jaw and stroking her hair never failed to give her a warm feeling between her legs and that was why she asked Feyre to meet where no one else could hear her admit the shameful things her mate made her think. Nesta showed her the waterfalls on a scorching summer afternoon, and Elain enjoyed its cooling splashed and nature’s peaceful song so much she thought her younger sister should see it too, perhaps as inspiration for one of her paintings. The path leading there was well hidden, lonely but not too difficult, and once they reached their destination, the High Lady insisted on taking a swim and teaching her how to stay afloat and hold her breath without getting water up her nose. With her eyes turned to the clear sky and her long golden-brown hair spread like a fan, Elain could only mentally thank the bird-Queen for her words of encouragement. She was right when she told her she couldn’t be ruled by fear, that it was only a feeling she should learn to use at her advantage like everything else. If she hadn’t listened, she would’ve missed that wonderful view, and probably much more of what awaited in the infinite journey her life had become.

“Breathtaking as this place is, I don’t think we’re here just to hang out,” Feyre told her once they were back on the stony shore, the sun kissing their bare skin. She wasn’t wrong, of course, but the fact this was the reality of things didn’t make it any less depressing. Was there going to be a time when they would act like a normal family again? Had they ever been, or had it been too long since mother’s death and the loss of father’s fortune? Had they ever really acted like sisters?

"I'd just like some advice," she admitted, and apprehension made its way on the High Lady’s face. Whatever she thought of the urgency with which she requested the little trip was shadowed by the fear of an irrevocable decision, able to destroy the resilience and sanity of the only friend she had left from her time in the Spring Court. While the possibility was obviously hurtful, she didn’t press her, nor she tried to change her mind, so the relief was truly genuine when she learned Elain wanted nothing more than a safe way to experiment before accepting the bond.

“With a mental link as strong as yours, I have no doubt you’ll come up with plenty ways to let him know you’re interested in a more physical approach,” she teased, and the topic was dropped, yet Elain mulled over those words for a long time, assuming there must be at least a little truth in them. She could’ve asked Rhysand, who probably used his daemati powers for all his life to achieve such feats, but just the idea made her so nervous she avoided her host like the plague, making her retreat often in the solitude of the gardens. A spicy romance Emerie lent her at the end of summer was the turning point, and it gave her a wonderful and not so sensible idea on how to placate those fantasies creeping into her dreams, so vivid and intense she often woke up covered in sweat and with the evidence of her desire on her underwear. After she made sure everyone was long asleep, Elain locked both the windows and the door, and dressed in nothing but her shortest, thinnest nightgown, she slipped under the light blankets, ready to explore her own body as she wished for her mate to do. It was a strange feeling, investigating the depths of pleasure when there was no one to share it with, but above all it seemed almost unnatural that she could set aside her mother’s teachings and the expectations of mortal society, fully embracing her being Fae and all its benefits. With moral and conflicting thoughts, she caressed her breasts, her nipples already turgid with the excitement the whole ordeal gave her. While the now familiar feeling of warmth was growing in her lower abdomen, she moved a hand on her stomach, her nails tickling the sensitive skin of her waist, her mind gradually emptying itself of ponderings and filling up with images of Lucien. Once she reached the centre of her womanhood and the bundle of nerves above, every coherence dissipated from her conscience, her only purpose to reach her mate, to show him, without flaunting it to everyone or making a decision that would irrevocably change her life, what he could have. Her orgasm built up fast and she came like crashing waves, biting her hand to silence her moans, the mating bond saturated with things better left unsaid. Satisfied, and more exhausted than she’d imagined, Elain settled back into the pillow. At some point she must’ve fallen asleep, but her rest was short-lived, for she heard a noisy coming and going from the corridor, whereupon someone knocked on her door. Feyre appeared from the dark, sleepy eyed and with dishevelled hair, but nonetheless amused.

“May I know what Lucien Vanserra is doing on my front yard before dawn?”

#acotar secret santa 2022 #elucien #elain archeron #lucien vanserra #feyre archeron

[tamelee]

Oh, Tame, Tame, i saw first (colored) page of that h….

It is harder than I thought it will be. They try to repeat Kishi style in the best way they could, they put E(I don’t remember her name properly) in the same place in the note “author “ right after Kishi, make them equal somehow. You know, even sns fans who try to find some sns-ish moment on this panels make it even worse because they know it will be ss related and ss fans know it’s their territory and now they’re like bosses in comments like they know this time they’re right… it was physically painful to see this, and since it will be manga it will last for a long time. And even if I’m far away from fandom (twitter and insta), those things will catch me anyway. I know, it’s hard time overall ( to me), so many things happening in the world and I shouldn’t even pay attention to such little thing, I knew this manga will came, but still… I just don’t want to go through the same thing i was into during gaiden and 700 again, why didn’t I learn anything since that time?

Sorry for that, I just wanted to push it away

I feel your pain (๑•̀ᗝ•́)૭!!! 

Even worse.. They place her name after Kishimoto’s behind “Original Story by:” as if Kishimoto is the one who wrote it and Esaka just helped him with it or something. 

Well.. they did that on the original cover too. But that’s not even true. This story, this SS-fantasy fanfic Wattpad self-insert is only from Esaka. She said so herself:

“My story.”

“Original story” can mean many things. It can also mean ‘Naruto’. That’s a great loophole because the tweet isn’t tied to legal matters, but the cover is. Which then in this case it’s the best marketing strategy. Make people believe Kishimoto actually wrote this shit so it looks Canon? Make his Twitter account that isn’t actually his Twitter account tweet about it excitedly? Genius. I’ll give em that.

But then.. just treat the damn thing for what it is, right? A fanfic. 

Yet SNS-fans are fueling SS-shippers by fighting them... why?

How is Naruto clutching his chest in pain and staggering his feet forward to Sasuke begging him to wait and not leave the village.. romantic?????? How is Sasuke ignoring Naruto’s pleas and this copy of Sasuke and Sakura’s scene where he left her on a bench- but worse, a SNS-moment? Of course SS-shippers are mocking that. Saying “Naruto wants to be Sakura so bad 🤡” It hurts, but I can’t even blame them. It is actively MOCKING SNS. THAT IS THE WHOLE GODDAMN POINT. Esaka wrote many moments mocking Naruto in that stupid novel. This won’t be the last time this happens- are they going to try and defend every single thing? Are they going to depict every original SNS-moment that Esaka gave to SS and tweet “they wanna be SNS so bad 🤡” because that would be a full day’s worth of work I can tell you that. You can start with the cover. 

I do have to say that the adaptation is infinitely better story-wise than the novel. Prisoners for example had no reason to hate Sasuke and I already talked about this before. I said something along the lines of them needed to start a fight or something and they did. Also them needing to leave out the sob-story of the first prisoner and they did. All the critique I had in the first bit from the novel they fixed. So story-wise at least they agree with me that Esaka can’t write. 

At least that’s a win lmao. 

But you know what is most funny about it? Their ship gets a novel revolved around them.. or two actually even aside from the “official” marketing bs that already existed. A whole-ass Manga-adaptation and an official English translation for said novel on the way.. and what do they do? Enjoy it? Nah. They immediately run to Twitter to start make fun of SNS. 

Now can anyone tell me why that is 💀

Could it be that they feel like they need to prove something? Could it be that the need to make Naruto or SNS look inferior in that moment is more important? Why would that be?! 

😂.

To me that says a whole lot. And even though, yes, that fanfic might be their territory.. it’s still SNS-month 😎 The month is ours 🎉🫶🏻

#asktamelee #snow124-art #ooooohohhohOOHOHohOOOHhh #it is a wrong month to release that #lets not be discouraged! #( ๑‾̀◡‾́)✨ #muwhaha #we'll see how it plays out ;-; #I think it's best to just treat it for what it is #a fanfic #but the fighting on Twitter??? #wow #woooooooooow

[crystalelemental]

Unit Teambuilding - Leon

After two whole years, Leon finally gets rerun, and I just want to say that is nonsense.  I get that gachas are about limited availability and FOMO, but two years?  It may as well not even exist at that point.   Things need to be recurring for them to matter, guys.  This took way, way too long.  It's a serious problem.  Fix it.

General Overview I would describe Leon as “Anni Lillie-esque.”  Which is funny because he came first.  That’s what you get for taking so long to rerun.

Leon’s Inferno is high BP, but nothing remarkable by modern standards.  In fact, for having a pathetic 50 accuracy, it’s...fairly weak.  183BP for 50 accuracy is weaker than SC Emmet’s Megahorn (189), which has better accuracy (85).  I think it’s just wild to see how much DeNA tends to value status application as a secondary effect, because I legitimately don’t think it’s worth the trade.  But because of this tradeoff, Leon’s DPS barely breaks top five, slightly managing to outperform his eternal rival, Sygna Suit Red.  But he’s miles behind SS Hilda, SS May, SS Hilbert, and even SS Lysandre.

What allows Leon to compete, and even become best in show, is Super Preparation 4.  When he lands that Supereffective Up Next, he’s far and away the highest Fire-type DPS.  It is only a 50/50 to get it though, so the average of his typical damage is somewhere around SS May level power.  Which isn’t bad!  His Flying-type DPS, with Super Preparation active, is also highest in the type.  Ground...doesn’t even break top 5.  Ground got really competitive.  Cynthia’s up there twice because Slash apparently gets ridiculous too.  I love it.

To add into Leon’s success, they finally gave him Max Moves!  This means he’s got a sudden pop damage across all three of these types!  That’s really handy!  But for Gauntlet purposes, where you may not have any supereffective matchups, picking which one matters, and...look, it’s Flying.  His Fire-type move was translated as Fire Damage Field like Stealth Rock, and I have confirmed from my wife’s account that every single fight has Fire DF Resistance 9, so it deals nothing.  Shoulda been Trap.  Just saying.  So Flying is optimal, because +2 speed with his gauge costs is really nice.

All that said, Leon’s damage is his selling point, but his flaws are woefully apart.  Aside from the ever-present issue of needing to always roll Super Preparation 4 to sustain best DPS, his sync is atrocious.  Without SEUN, we’re talking on the level of Blarcanine.  With it, he’s closer to SS Hilda, but it’s a lot to ask.  And his setup is atrocious.  1MP move that gives +2 offenses and +1 crit, +1 sync cooldown, but then cuts defenses by -1.  The 1MP is what kills me.  MP Rekindle is supposed to be the saving throw, allowing him to be fully self-sufficient over time.  But there’s the rub.  Over time.  CS does not give you time.  You need to hit them right now.  And it’s kinda wild to me that Leon ever caught on, given that CS was the first mode.  This can be somewhat excused in Gauntlet, but CS is having none of it.  And this is an era before the Sp Atk/Crit buffers came along.

I think this accounts for how long SS Red remained the fan favorite.  Leon’s DPS was way better, but in a category where that improvement wasn’t necessary, and only under specific conditions.  And in absence of those conditions, he’s just like SS Red, but with infinitely worse self-setup.  And truth be told, this issue is not rectified.  Fire is an easy type to shop for, and Leon doesn’t exactly provide anything groundbreaking.  It’s fairly sad that the bigger selling point is almost his Flying DPS.  Really tells you something about Flying types.  But realistically, the self-setup remains his biggest problem.  Anni Lillie may not be top DPS anymore with SS Korrina, but her immaculate setup sets her apart.  Unless Leon receives similar boons, I imagine he’ll always kinda lag behind.

EX and Move Level? Neither is necessary.  Leon lives and dies by his base skills, and Inferno spam in particular.  You need nothing else.  His grid can offer a 30% multiplier to move damage and a 50% multiplier to sync when a foe is burned, but I don’t consider it strictly necessary.

Team 1: Leon, SS Morty, Lucian/Anni Raihan Just because SS Morty isn't ideal doesn't mean we can't make it work.  In fact, if you have 3/5 Morty and take the extra Team Gimme Five node on grid, Leon can cap out his offenses with one MP Burst, so it's possible.  All you add in is some special defense dropping.  Lucian is, as always, my ideal man, hitting AoE and boosting team speed.  Though Anni Raihan is very worth mentioning, with his own Fire-type Max move that actually does set sun, and potential for special defense debuffs on a trapped foe on his 3/5 grid.

Team 2: Leon, SS Brendan/P!Mallow, Blaine Thing is, I'm not really convinced this one works, but I'll try anything once.  Anti-Cobalion.  The main reason I bring this up in this particular structure is that SS Brendan can fix all of Leon's offensive needs instantly, and provides special defense drops alone.  Palentine's Mallow can also kinda do it, but is much slower about the whole thing, in exchange for better team defense.  Blaine just needs to add Sun for maximum Inferno damage.  The question is, can this one-shot Cobalion from half-HP?  And I'm gonna say no.  If it does, great, you've got yourself an answer.  But Cobalion becomes immune to burn halfway through Bar 2 unless you're evaporating it at once, so like...consider.  But hey, at least this answers Uxie?

Team 3: Leon, MU Torchic, Agatha Anti-Bulu. I mean, it's not like that's a particularly difficult thing to accomplish, but you know.  MU Torchic can buff Leon's offensive needs perfectly, while Agatha is your best sleep bot, capping her own speed and getting MGR9 on Hypnosis.  Leon’s Max Move can be used in Bar 3 to potentially just end a fight.

Final Thoughts I tried really hard, but couldn't figure out a team composition for Cresselia that didn't result in the same Haze/Snatch support that always gets used.  Piercing Gaze is supposed to be a big deal, but I don't think it does enough.

Ultimately, Leon's a pure Striker, with absolutely no frills.  He exists to spam his high DPS moves, and nothing else.  Which is all well and good.  But he's a Fire-type.  And Fire is the most saturated offensive typing you can imagine.  Like, did you pull SS Hilda?  Congrats, Leon is outright irrelevant.  She outdamages him, and has immediate turn 1 setup, with an actually good sync nuke.  SS May can get sync a whole turn early.  Anni N is having his rerun right now too, and has spread damage on his move, that also debuffs the foe each hit, AND he can get pep rally for better gauge control.  Leon's gauge control is awful.  Hell, Silver.  Silver may have bad DPS, but his sync nuke is unreasonably strong on-type and under Sun, and he's got reasonable self-setup now too.  What the hell do you need Leon for?

I know, initial Master Fair compared to more modern stuff, but I think it's wild that even on first release, the comparison to SS Red was not always favorable.  Sure his damage was higher, but so were his demands, and I feel like he's in a really awkward spot now.  Gigantamax could have, and should have, added a ton to him.  But instead of a really valuable trap effect, they gave him something that I doubt will add up to more than a couple hundred damage in a match.  He's...fine. Good enough to perform, but not good enough that I feel like he does much you can't do elsewhere.

#unit teambuilding #leon

[bicheetopuff]

“Izuku Midoriya: Origin” Dissection

Katsuki Bakugo Desperately Wanted to be the Main Character

Contents

I: Intro

II: The Essence of Arrogance

III: Aggressive Fan Behavior

IV: Aggressively Believing in Someone You Don’t Like

V: Unprecedented Karma

VI: Less Aggressive Wrap Up

I: Intro

Katsuki Bakugo… Although he’s the most loved character, he’s the abuser to our abused main character. Regardless of his abuse, he recognizes his victims attempt at being heroic despite being quirkless and that pisses him off… and that kinda continues for the first 100 chapters but that’s besides the point.

We’re delivered this arrogant, cocky, spikey haired punk and we all immediately learn to hate him. If you say you never hated him pre-character development, you’re either lying or you’re a sadistic asshole. (Sorry not sorry)

II: The Essence of Arrogance

Not only does Katsuki think very highly of himself but he also looks down on everyone around him. Almost sees them as subpar humans with the way he addresses them as “extras” naturally.

Not only that but, we’re also shown that his inspiration to be a hero is as follows:

III: Aggressive Fan Behavior

Katsuki seems very confident and is absolutely LOVING his spotlight until someone mentions that none other than quirkless Izuku is also aiming to get into UA.

After his mention the class bursts into laughter towards Izuku for even thinking that he’d get into UA. Everyone except Katsuki, which is easy to miss because you’d think that the guy that’s been revealed to have been bullying Izuku since the ripe age of fucking 4 would be absolutely hysterical at the thought of Izukus thought to even apply. Or you’d think he’d just ignore him and brush him off because he’s so confident that Izuku wouldn’t get in. Knowing he’s better than the rest of the class meant he knows he’s infinitely better than literally the only quirkless kid in class, right?. Right??

Wrong. He gets pissed off and defensive showing that he’s still the same four year old that beat up little Izuku in the park ten years prior to this moment. He’s the same asshat that most readers wanted to punch in the face after reading just the first few pages of chapter one.

IV: Aggressively Believing in Someone You Don’t Like

Learning that Izuku is also trying to get into UA enrages him so much that he feels the need to emotionally and physically abuse Izuku. Despite earlier when getting compared to his peers, he just shit talked and expressed his giant ego. This reaction leaves us hating katsuki even more and asking ourselves why??

It’s not just him feeling like he’s above Izuku. It’s the same reason every bully bullies. He let his own insecurity blind him because he knows Izuku can be (and will, if he gets into UA) a far better hero because of his reckless sense of defense and protectiveness, no matter the consequences.

He kills Izukus hope because, despite being the harshest, he shows the most faith in him. He’s the only one in his class that knows Izuku could get into UA if he tried, which is why he went too far.

Even his lackeys think Katsuki went too far but Katsuki justifies it by saying he’s convinced that Izuku is “messing” with him. But he’s lying cuz the drink in his hand says “lip service”. Essentially it means he doesn’t mean what he’s saying. @/binabees_ on TikTok explains it really well, her video about it is pinned, go watch it, or else.

Then we all know what happens next… I hate to call it what it is but it’s literally instant karma.

V: Unprecedented Karma

He gets swallowed by the same villain that swallowed Izuku earlier and no one is doing anything to help him. No one except Izuku.

And like before, he’s pissed off at Izukus blatantly natural ability to be heroic without even thinking about it. He’s pissed off that it’s Izuku, of all people, to come to his rescue. He’s given a core memory and it results in a turning point in Katsukis character. A turning point for better and worse (only for a while).

VI: Less Aggressive Wrap Up

After his near death experience, he gets senselessly praised and looks visibly uncomfortable? The same Katsuki who, earlier that day, was showing off and boasting about his skill in class. The same Katsuki who expressed that being a hero meant fame, money, and glory for him in the future. And he’s uncomfortable at the praise he’s receiving from Pro Heroes.

Why??

He’s convinced that if he can’t save himself, he’d rather not be saved at all. It’s this mindset that leads to him not getting his provisional hero license later on because he doesn’t just apply the mindset to himself, he applies it to citizens and the people around him as well.

He doesn’t take the praise because he’s convinced he doesn’t deserve it, and he doesn’t. He almost died and he would’ve if Izuku didn’t stop the villain from suffocating him. He did nothing deserving of mindless praise. He was attacked and should be having someone comfort him (or attempt to, knowing he wouldn’t like the comfort either), not tell him how cool his quirk is like he didn’t just almost die. (I hate the heroes in this chapter)

(This scene is also meant to show that Izuku and Katsuki parallel each other whether they like it or not. Izuku being a kid who stays true to himself with the world working against him with selfless goals and ideals. Katsuki being a kid who feels the need to show off despite the world already propelling him forward and giving him mindless praise for his quirk and bravery but having selfish goals and ideals)

And of course he’s convinced that Izuku had ulterior motives to saving him resulting in him chasing Izuku down just to call him out. (Fan behavior if you ask me)

At the end of the day, no matter how much of an asshole katsuki is shown to be it’s made pretty clear from the beginning that he’s not just some conveniently placed side character written in order to give our main character some trauma. He’s not a protagonist or antagonist. He’s our deuteragonist. It’s made clear that he’s going to be apart of this story just as much as Izuku is, despite his shitty introduction.

(Although, his story revolves around Izuku way more than Izukus story revolves around him)

Katsuki Metas

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#bnha #bnha meta #my hero academia #bakugou katsuki #midoriya izuku #all might #mha manga #boku no hero academia #bakudeku #just a little

[holdharmonysacred]

I want to read the Something Awful LP of FE3H but the fact that OP is doing Crimson Flower last combined with this one person in the thread having to constantly speak up in Azure Moon’s defense combined with several other weird comments about Edelgard and Rhea gives me super bad vibes. I’ve heard too many horror stories about hardcore edelgard stans, I won’t want to binge read the thread and get punched with extreme turbo ableism towards Dimitri or people being horrible about Rhea the literal genocide survivor.

#i know i bring up the rhea thing in every single post but i have to hammer it in every time #the writers made their fantasy pope lady - who is the final boss of edelgard's route - a LITERAL GENOCIDE SURVIVOR #it's pretty ugly on a game level that the lady WHO WANTS TO MAKE SURE HER PEOPLE DO NOT GET GENOCIDED AGAIN #gets consistently framed as suspicious or bad or an untrustworthy awful oppressive authority #even though the bulk of the non-byleth decisions she made were either her getting fored to work in preexisting systems #or were her TRYING TO MAKE SURE HER PEOPLE DO NOT GET GENOCIDED AGAIN #but the way i see fans talk about her is INFINITELY worse #i do not like to see people call THE LITERAL GENOCIDE SURVIVOR 'evil'. #i do not like to see fans hard buy into edelgard's imperialism and racism. #i do not like how people are just awful about rhea overall because a lot of her behavior is due to her trauma #where said trauma is SHE IS ONE OF THE ONLY SURVIVORS OF THE GENOCIDE OF HER PEOPLE #listen. you don't have to like rhea. i get why people wouldn't like the fantasy pope character. #especially when she can get a little WEIRD about byleth the self insert (though in all but one route she repents big time) #but like. you can not like her. and also not be god awful about her or act like edelgard was right #when again. rhea is a LITERAL GENOCIDE SURVIVOR who wants to NOT GET GENOCIDED AGAIN.