#in spite of all the damage i've done

[azrielgreen]

The social side of a fandom can be really fun, especially at first, but please always remember that 99% of the interactions are completely hollow. People are giving 5-10% of their time per day in a way that requires very little effort or social construct. I say this because after a certain point, people start to take this stuff very seriously, even considering it a community.

The lack of accountability means, imo, that social fandom can never be a community. You can make friends, absolutely. You can meet the love of your life and make friends you'll never be without, that's completely real. But the vast majority of us don't know each other and we never will. The ability to create personas without moral tethering means that bullying becomes RAMPANT under the guise of "you like this thing in the wrong way, I like it the right way!" I've noticed that the easiest way for a group to start bullying without reproach is to take up the mantle of Purity Police, but it inevitably devolves into the root of the issue - insecurity. Not feeling secure in an online space, not feeling secure sharing what they like and engaging unless they're throwing someone else under the bus, almost like they have to justify why they like the thing in the first place and that's without even touching upon jealousy.

"I like it for the RIGHT reasons, canon reasons, proper reasons!"

It's all the same.

And it is, at least partially, due to the fact that fandom was never meant to be this visible or this widely connected. It takes a reasonable degree of self security to see someone with a completely contrary take about the things/characters you love... and walk on by. A lot of people aren't that secure and the ability to be anonymous, to drop something spiteful and immediately put the phone down is a dangerously addictive feeling. What repercussions are there for this? None. The level of disconnect between phone and reality is DANGEROUS.

But that disconnect dissolves when you're on the other end, the notification end. The damage done by online bullying in a space that once felt like a safe haven of self expression and creative engagement is untold. There are so few studies done on the fallout and the psychological harm it can do, but it's considerable.

Unfortunately, as lovely as social fandom can be, it can equally be a negative place to spend your time and energy.

I think often of that person who openly pretended to be my friend and then forgot to select ANON on a really mean ask. I know others this has happened to. We don't know enough about each other to be safe and we never will.

So please, protect yourself first. Don't give yourself fully to something built on sand. Have fun, share creations, make friends, enjoy and embrace and be kind and if you cannot be kind, block and scroll and please take BREAKS.

If someone else's headcanon feels like a personal attack on yours, take a break. If someone's fic is written different than what you like, don't read it. If you see art in a pairing you don't like, scroll the fuck on.

I promise, none of this shit is worth hurting yourself or others in the long run.

💜💜💜

#fanfiction #fandom #fanfic rambles

[thorniest-rose]

Hi everyone,

A lot’s happened over the last few days and I know that I’ve been under a lot of scrutiny and the subject of conversation, so I wanted to take a moment to talk about it with you. I didn't address it last week when I was told that people in the fandom were posting about me and sharing screenshots of my blog. This was to protect my mental health, but now I want to share my own thoughts.

It's really hard not to lash out in situations like this because of how much it hurts. To go through something like this is shocking and humiliating, it rips the ground up from under your feet. But I didn't want to go on the attack because I knew how much worse that would make things. No matter how opinionated I am, conflict makes me feel sick and makes me want to hide. So instead of lashing out, I've done a lot of thinking over the past few days, not just about what's happened to me, but about things I've done and what could have led to this.

Firstly, I want to apologise to everyone whose feelings I may have hurt when I posted certain things in the past. I want any space that I cultivate to be a happy, positive one for the people who spend time here and at times I think I’ve unintentionally created an atmosphere that has felt combative or alienating. I honestly never consider myself to be a well-known writer or someone whose voice has reach in the wider fandom. No matter how many followers I have or how many people read my fics, I always see myself as a girl just spending time on her tumblr, but that's naive and I should have recognised that in a shared space, all opinions are seen and have an impact. 

Discourse is my least favourite thing about interacting in fandom and there have been times where I’ve let myself be drawn into it. That doesn’t mean it’s ever okay to look down on what other people enjoy and I really regret posting those things now because that’s not who I am as a person. Expressing displeasure and other negative feelings isn’t what I want to engage in and I should remember how easy it is for flippant, spur of the moment comments to be taken out of context. Saying things like “I don’t like this” even on my own blog is immature and beneath me and I’m genuinely sorry.  

I am also in no way any sort of authority on how these characters are written, no one is. A fandom is for everyone. I’m passionate and vocal in my own space because I treat my tumblr as a slumber party with my friends, but in my enthusiasm, there have been times where it seems like I’m saying my characterisations are the only valid ones. I don’t think that’s the case at all, and I genuinely love and admire the creativity in this fandom. I’ve said this before, but just because I have preferences doesn’t mean I want every characterisation to be the same as mine because that would become extremely dull. I believe that any and all interpretations should have an audience.

However, while I take responsibility for the things I've said on my blog, the things that have been said about me in response have been extremely spiteful and damaging. I never wanted a war with anyone. I should know better than to court discourse in such a volatile fandom, even inadvertently. To take issue with me and what I said is fine, I accept the criticism and apologise; at times my comments have been juvenile and mean-spirited. But a group of people targeting me, screenshotting my posts, calling me names and attacking what I write isn’t proportionate at all and encourages a wider pack mentality. I think we should all remember that there is an actual person behind the screen reading the things that we post and that our words can cause real harm. It’s easy to dehumanise an avatar and a username. And I think it speaks to a rot at the heart of fandoms that so many people find pleasure in fighting and where feelings can fester into hatred and vitriol.

I am outspoken and passionate about what I love. I sometimes bristle at things I see that don’t gel with my ideas or at a misjudged tone, and I post about them instead of seeing the bigger picture and moving on. It’s a flaw and something I’m working on, to be more open and less reactive. I don’t want fighting or tension, and I don’t want rivalries. I also don’t ever want to make people feel like their characterisations are wrong/invalid/unworthy or that they themselves don’t belong and that I’m some kind of fandom queen bee trying to ice them out. While that’s genuinely never been my intention, I can see how things have been taken that way and I’m sorry for that too.

Again, I’m sorry to everyone I’ve hurt or alienated with comments that I’ve made. I always want to be kind and compassionate. And while I don’t think what’s happened over the past few days is OK, I can see the bigger picture and why things I’ve said, or the atmosphere I’ve cultivated, has planted seeds of resentment. I've also unblocked the person who's been posting about me, if they want to reach out to talk privately.

I know there are people reading this who have been following me for the past four years, and in that time have seen me struggle, and fall down, and make mistakes, but hopefully grow and learn from those mistakes too. I’m so grateful to you all.

I’m going to take a break from tumblr for a week or so, to spend time away from socials, to connect with friends and other passions and focus on self-care. And to write, of course, because I’ll always be writing, whether it’s here or elsewhere.

See you all soon,

Brooke 💕

[sillyromance]

Good day everyone!

I like thinking about protective vore scenarios where both involved are two absolute, unfixable sweethearts who care about the ones around them more than about themselves... But actually, a prey doesn't know that they'll be safe in a pred's stomach. Perhaps, there was not enough time for explanations or the pred didn't have an ability to tell the prey what they were going to do; but anyways, the big guy ends up struggling to swallow their panicking friend who is quite unhappy about the situation. The pred sincerely hopes that it'll be easier for everyone when the prey reaches the destination, but, unluckily, they are wrong; the little one continues wriggling and trashing around, mercilessly squeezing and scratching sensitive stomach, making their protector suffer in pain. The latter is too kind to make any attempts to stop their friend instantly, for example, punching their belly roughly or yelling at their friend; they just hug their sickly growling, aching middle, feeling tears flowing violently from their eyes and say: "Listen... You're safe, pal... Please... Don't. You're hurting m-me..."

The prey entirely ignores the first part of the sentence; however, they stop fighting right away as they hear the last words. Like... No doubt, they want out really bad, but...They didn't mean to harm anyone, their friend in particular! It appears that all this battling was completely instinctive. The prey goes brightly red of shame; they mumble apologies all the time, sobbing because of the thought they could cause irremediable damage and stroking, kneading tender walls they're sinking in, their hands tremor as the tiny remembers how hard they were beating their comrade a minute ago... And outside, the pred, blushing too, just coos at them, reassuring that the prey did nothing wrong and they don't need to reproach themselves for the fear which was nothing else but natural.

***

It can be a completely opposite variant as well; the prey has done something bad - they have committed a prank or made some mess... The pred gets extremely mad for some reason and, in spite of their kind soul, decides to punish the guilty one by trapping the latter away in their stomach. With a heavy heart, they gulp small, trembling body of the prey down. The pred expects threats, screams and furious banging on their insides from the consumed friend, and they emotionally prepare for that. But instead... Their ears catch faint crying. The little one curls up tightly in noisy, wet environment, completely giving up on the all joys of life and a possibility to see daylight again. As far as it's discovered, the pred is hit so hard by this, that they immediately forget their irritation and hide their face in hands, paralysed by shame and horror of what they've done. The giant begs the tiny to forgive them for the giant's dared to scare their precious little friend with such cruelty. Meanwhile, the prey comforts their big friend, rubbing the flesh moving around which gently embraces them - and insisting that they are the only one who should be sorry for showing poor behaviour.

***

These small ideas are connected to Skyfire from G1 (I've finally begun to watch it, this show is literally mind-blowing!) He is one of my favourite characters from this series; and whenever I see him, I can't get a thought out of my head about what a compassionate, and soft, and loving being he is (when it doesn't come to decepticons, of course). In order to that, I think he would fit perfectly for the situations I described.

#extreme cuddling #safe vore #soft vore #transformers vore #transvoremers #g1 vore #unwilling prey #protective vore #skyfire vore #reluctant pred #vore thoughts #vore talk #vore ideas #g/t vore #size difference

[malevolentcast]

you probably already know about this but an articles been put out about rusty quills shitty business practices and general shady behavior. if you havent already, you might be getting messages about it soon. just wanted to send a heads up in advance

Yes I saw and read it.

I'm choosing to believe the motivations of those involved, in spite the poor optics of them being from another network (and even quoting what "they" pay as an example of "good" companies), were an attempt to be morally just. That is to say, I have no ill will towards the author, their editors and everyone who contributed.

To be clear; if Rusty Quill has treated employees poorly they should be held accountable, I say if not as a way to not believe those affected but because "alleged" is used more than a dozen times in the article.

Additionally, no employer should ever yell at an employee. Again, if that happened, they should apologize and do better.

That being said…

I don't appreciate articles speaking on behalf of me or, frankly, trying to rope me in without my consent or request. I recognize they weren't attempting to give me a voice, just those who are affected, however the author has only now allowed shows to reach out, after the damage has been done and chose to speak for me nonetheless. Additionally, the article says that if I remain silent, it's because I can't speak out - which is just nonsense.

From my experience; I've had nothing but great experiences with Rusty Quill. They're a network. They host my show. What else do I need them for? Contracts, NDA's and all the legal aspects that the article seemed to make such a big deal about… are very normal. I think this is part of not understanding how large companies work.

For example; I saw tweets upset that people shouldn't have to sign an NDA to look over a sample contract which… is exactly what you do when you're looking over a sample contract.

I was a General Manager of a small rental company for 10 years prior to trying my hand at Audio work and renting a water cooler had more stipulations than RQ's agreement. Contracts are meant to be all encompassing. If you don't agree with stuff, you cross it out and ask it to be changed. If you’re upset at the way large companies work, your fight is misdirected with addressing just one company. The article also mentioned something about "Taking Money Upfront" and stuff like that, which failed to mention you don’t HAVE to take money upfront - furthermore - most shows on RQ did not do that.

In any case, this isn't meant to be a dismantling of the article. I don't want to invalidate anyone's experiences or frustrations. Who knows what more may come to light, all I can speak of are my experiences and frustrations.

So why I'm frustrated? Well, I saw a few tweets and posts boycotting RQ shows, which included mine. So that sucked.

Overall however, I think the article was done in poor taste and felt like virtue signaling more than something trying to be helpful. I think, personally - and I say this with all the genuine sincerity - it seemed written from a perspective of inexperience and naivete. It is not the Watergate scandal people think it is.

And for the people who are upset that "peoples lives were ruined" when they were let go… yes I'm sorry people lost their jobs. I lost the aforementioned GM position as well when the owner of the company sold the company out from under me. Not because I did a bad job or because I made a mistake, just bad luck. It sucked, sometimes people lose their jobs. That doesn't mean I can't have an opinion on what I feel is an article meant to stir the pot. After all, shouldn't I express my perspective as a show on RQ (which, like, isn't that what the article was meant to be about?).

Anyway, those are my thoughts. For what it's worth I think you should still read the article! It has some great thoughts…

…but with all things, read it with an informed opinion; remembering that it was written by the Director of Marketing for another Podcast network, who references their own network within their "expose" as an example of a network with "good practices", during a time that they're recruiting for new shows and that every single show on that Network has openly supported the article - retweeting it almost instantly, during the final days of their competitors successful Kickstarter.

The disclaimer on the article about the Authors association with F&F wasn't put until AFTER they were called out. Odd that an expose on uncovering the truth would be less than transparent when posting…

[hookhausenschips]

Masterpiece (Songfic Mini Series)

Word Count: 1,262

Summary: Tyler comes to terms with his mistakes. Can he be forgiven?

Warnings: very sad, groveling, illusion to cheating

Masterlist

song: Masterpiece by Motionless In White

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A/N: this is my interpretation of the song!

previous extra

Third Person POV

All the stupid lies and the stupid games

Left a vacancy in this picture frame

A prisoner by my own hands

'Cause if I can't have me, then no one can

The rain fell relentlessly outside, matching the tumultuous storm brewing within Tyler's heart. He sat alone in his dimly lit apartment, the weight of his mistakes bearing down on him like a suffocating blanket. Memories of his infidelity haunted him, tormenting him with the pain he had caused his partner, Y/N.

As he stared at the empty space beside him, Tyler's mind replayed the events that had led to this moment. He had succumbed to temptation, seeking solace in the arms of another woman when he should have been cherishing the love he shared with Y/N. The guilt gnawed at his soul, consuming him from the inside out.

I need to heal what I inflict

But I'll burn that bridge when I get to it

As I play roulette with a broken gun

I confess these sins with a sharp and spiteful tongue

But now, as he sat in the silence of his remorse, Tyler knew that he couldn't undo the damage he had done. He couldn't erase the hurt in Y/N's eyes, the betrayal etched into her every glance. All he could do was try to make amends, to beg for her forgiveness, and pray that she would find it in her heart to give him another chance.

With a heavy sigh, Tyler reached for his phone, his fingers trembling as he dialed Y/N's number. Each ring felt like a countdown to his own reckoning, a reminder of the consequences of his actions.

So how do I apologize

And put the tears back in your eyes

When every canvas that I paint

Is a masterpiece made of my mistakes?

"Hello?" Y/N's voice was distant, guarded.

"It's me," Tyler replied, his voice barely above a whisper. "I... I need to talk to you."

They sat in silence, the weight of their unspoken words hanging heavy in the air. Hook could feel Y/N’s energy, filled with a mixture of anger, hurt, and disappointment. He knew he had caused her pain, and had shattered the trust between them with his careless actions.

The long pause on the other end of the line continued for a few more seconds, as if Y/N were debating whether or not to hang up. But finally, she spoke again, her voice tinged with bitterness. "What could you possibly have to say that would make any difference now?"

Outlined in guilt, my portrait stares

In a gallery where the walls lie bare

Tyler closed his eyes, his heart breaking at the sound of Y/N's pain. "I know I've hurt you, Y/N. I'm sorry," Tyler whispered, his voice choked with emotion. "I know I've hurt you, and I don't expect you to forgive me. But I need you to know that I regret what I did more than anything."

Y/N remained silent, her gaze fixed on the floor. Tyler could sense the tears welling up in her eyes, threatening to spill over at any moment.

"I never meant to hurt you," Tyler continued, his voice trembling with sincerity. "I was selfish and foolish, and I let my own insecurities and fears drive me to do things I'm not proud of."

But he refused to give up hope. He refused to let his past mistakes define him, to let them destroy any chance he had of making things right with Y/N.

"I know I don't deserve your forgiveness," Tyler said, his voice barely above a whisper. "But I'm willing to do whatever it takes to earn it. I'll spend the rest of my life proving to you that I'm worthy of your love, that I'm capable of change."

As I modernize my antique ways

True colors can't escape the brush of fate

But his words felt hollow, meaningless in the face of the pain he had caused. Y/N had trusted him, had believed in their love, and he had betrayed her in the worst possible way.

The silence that followed was deafening, suffocating. Tyler held his breath, waiting for Y/N's response, praying for a glimmer of hope in the darkness of his own despair. 

As the moments stretched into eternity, Tyler could feel the weight of his guilt crushing him, suffocating him with its intensity. He wanted nothing more than to turn back time, to undo the mistakes he had made and erase the pain he had caused.

But he knew that was impossible. All he could do now was try to make amends, to find a way to rebuild the trust he had so callously destroyed.

"I don't know if I can ever trust you again, Tyler," Y/N finally said, her voice trembling with emotion, "You've broken my heart, shattered it into a million pieces. I don't know if it's even possible to put it back together again." 

So how do I apologize

And put the tears back in your eyes

On every canvas that I paint

Is a masterpiece made of my mistakes?

Tyler felt a pang of despair grip his heart, the realization of the depth of his betrayal hitting him like a tidal wave. He had destroyed the one thing that had meant everything to him and had pushed away the person he loved more than life itself.

The weight of her words are like a physical blow, each syllable driving home the magnitude of his betrayal. But he refused to give up hope, refused to let his own failures define him.

"I understand," Tyler replied, his voice steady despite the turmoil raging within him. "But please, Y/N... give me a chance to make things right. I'll do whatever it takes to earn back your trust."

Illustrate all my pain

And set it all ablaze

Burn

And set it all ablaze

There was a long pause, during which Tyler held his breath, his heart pounding in his chest. Then, finally, Y/N spoke again, her voice softening ever so slightly.

"I need time, Tyler," she said. "I need to figure out if I can ever forgive you."

"I want to believe you, Tyler," she said softly. "But I don't know if I can ever trust you again. You've hurt me in ways I never thought possible."

Tyler nodded, even though Y/N couldn't see him. "Take all the time you need," he said. "I'll be here, waiting for you."

So how do I apologize

And put the tears back in your eyes

When every canvas that I paint

Is a masterpiece of my mistakes?

As he hung up the phone, Tyler felt a glimmer of hope amidst the darkness of his own remorse. He knew that winning back Y/N's trust would be a long and arduous journey, filled with obstacles and setbacks. But he was willing to do whatever it took to make things right, to mend the bond he had broken with his own careless actions.

For in the end, Tyler knew that love was worth fighting for, even when the shadows of regret threatened to consume him whole. And as he stared out into the rain-soaked night, he vowed to himself that he would never again let his own weaknesses destroy the precious gift of Y/N's love.

And in the light of my demise

I see my failures in your eyes

Every canvas that I paint

Is a masterpiece made of my mistakes

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[am-i-the-asshole-official]

aita for how I treat my mom's roommate? Apologies that this is really long!

The people involved here are me (19f), my mom (54f) and my mom's roommate (39f). Gonna call the roommate "Jenny" for simplicity; that is not her real name. Context: So late last year, there was a bad natural disaster in our area. Jenny's house suffered bad damages from it and she needed somewhere to stay until she could find someplace else. Since she and my mom are coworkers, my mom offered our guest bedroom while I was away at college. She was feeling lonely in the house without anyone there and needed help paying rent anyway, so it seemed like it would work out.

I first met Jenny when I came back for Thanksgiving break. She needed help moving some of her furniture into the room she'd be staying in. And by, "she needed help," I mean she wanted my mom and I (who are both disabled) to do it for her. She did nothing while we moved her stuff in and just stood around watching us until we were done. So not a great first impression.

Immediately after that, Jenny started treating me really… weirdly. She treats me like I'm five years old. And that's not an exaggeration by any means. She baby-talks me, coos over me like I'm a cute toddler, and once even gasped when my mom swore in front of me, turned to me and went "Did you hear that? Your Mama said a baaad word!" This feels really demeaning and insulting to me, but no matter how I objected to it, she'd only laugh at or mock me. It got to a point where my mom also had to say something about how uncomfortable Jenny's baby talk made me, and while Jenny 'apologized' (to my mom, not to me), she still does it. Like, all the time.

I could put up with it until I went back to uni, but when I came home for winter, spring, and now summer break, she is still doing it. Alongside some other more mildly irritating things.*

My mom doesn't like her either, and from what I'm understanding she's got a bad reputation at their work for how she talks to others. But she's always paid rent and my mom appreciates that extra help, so. Where I may be assholey: I've resorted to giving Jenny the silent treatement. I never talk to her, hardly even acknowledge when she talks, and quickly excuse myself from the room when she enters it. My mom is hurt by this, as it often means I get up and walk away from conversations between her and I once Jenny inserts herself into them, but never stops me or complains about it. The most she's said is that I'm being needlessly rude sometimes, because "that's just how Jenny talks to everyone." (Which is just… untrue, because she doesn't talk to my mom like that.)

It's been months now. Should I just get over myself and talk to her more, even if she hasn't stopped doing what makes me uncomfortable? She seems to be trying to get my attention all the time, constantly looking to me when she talks like seeking a reaction or approval or something, and hurting my mom's feelings in the crossfire seems unfair… Even though both me and my mom do not like her. Maybe I'm just being overly spiteful or my ego was bruised and I don't want to acknowledge it. I don't know. I know I hate receiving the silent treatment, so I might be a bit hypocritical doling it out…

What do y'all think? *(I can give examples of this on an alt if necessary, I just don't want to bloat this more than it already is with the laundry list I could provide, lmao)

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

[imthepunchlord]

The Marinette Swap

Adrien version

I should wait for the Paris Special to come out first, but man, I can't help but ponder the potential dynamics and fun there could be just shuffling up the two Marinettes and fun it could've brought being in each other's own reality.

Like, Special!Marinette actually being in the canon world, and she's this way between Chloe's bullying and no one stepping up to help her, so she helped herself. She went punk/goth/emo, largely to piss Chloe off. And she's petty, jaded, spiteful, and cynical. Despite all this, she's still Marinette at the core. She's not going to turn a blind eye to those in critical need.

So she still rushes out to go help Fu, but she tells him off afterwards cause wth was he thinking. But hey, that warrants her getting the earrings. Maybe she just needs a bug to soften her up.

I don't know if Alya will become her best friend, as I don't see this Marinette backing down when Chloe tries to scare her out of her seat. It could be that Chloe begrudgingly backs down, shoos away Alya who goes to sit with Nino (or Marinette, liking her spitfire; though if Alya sits next to Nino that leaves Adrien to sit next to Marinette), or maybe Bustier intervenes and forces Marinette to sit elsewhere. Which maybe she sits either by Alya or Nino (or maybe Ivan?).

Idk, what happens in the classroom is up in the air.

Either way, Stoneheart happens, Marinette nopes out, and finds the earrings and there's Tikki telling her she's got to be a hero!

Only it's a lot harder getting this Marinette going cause no, is she crazy? What the heck even is she?

It takes the damage in the city to get worse to convince Marinette to go out and see what she can do, though she makes it clear she's not going to be a hero. She's going to pass the earrings on. Tikki will take it, desperate and pressed for time. So Marinette heads out a lot more prepared, internally panicking still, but having a better idea what she needs to do. She saves Chat, and gets Stoneheart resolved in just one setting.

Chat likes her efficiency and thinks she's cool, but man is she cold. He does call her Ice Queen or Red Queen occasionally, just to be teasing.

And responsible Marinette wants to pass the earrings onto someone she knows could be a good hero, only there's no one she really knows that she can pass the earrings onto and take this off her hands. So she's kinda stuck with it.

So this jaded Marinette is stuck working off the optimistic Tikki and playful Chat, with the former trying to help Marinette heal and embrace the role to be a hero while Chat is trying to get her to smile and loosen up and have some more faith in humanity. And she does perform her duties and she does help people, even if she's standoffish and doesn't have a lot of patience for people.

And their whole dynamic is just summed up as:

Now, Canon!Marinette in the Special's world is a little harder as we don't have a lot of info or seen much of it yet (outside leaks/rumors, but I don't know how true those are, the few I've seen anyway). So this is a little more creativity/headcanon territory.

But, Marinette's pretty happy in a Paris cared for and protected by the Butterfly hero, though she thinks he kinda looks like a loser, but hey, she appreciates what he does. She'll just keep those criticisms to herself.

So she's surprised one day when a curious pair of earrings show up and a little bug thing is like "Hey, you're chosen to be a hero!" and she's just so confused cause they already have a hero? But, if he needs help, Marinette wouldn't mind lending a hand, cause he's done so much, and it's not like she's going to deal with the heat of things, right? Either way, she's uncertain but she'll give it a shot.

And the hero is surprised, but he's open and welcoming, a tad controlling but she can tell he means well.

And she soon learns why she was out, as the "villain" they face is more powerful than even their Butterfly hero: Claw Noir.

Now, Marinette wouldn't call him a villain. But he certainly liked causing problems and taking his destructive power out on the city. If anything, he was more the city's... prankster. Just with destructive power.

And at worse, he was obnoxious, especially when he wanted to be petty and try and trip her up. It's getting to a point she's now carrying spray bottles, cause she's a busy hero and she doesn't need this. Her mentor has a lot of high expectations and the last thing she needs is Claw Noir turning the sidewalk to liquid cement and making her stuck for a few minutes.

And the biggest factor that assures her that Claw isn't a villain is the pure fact that if she's ever in a tight spot, he literally pops up out of nowhere and helps.

He is a good guy, probably just lashing out for some unknown reason. He just needs a few more squirts in the face.

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous au #marinette swap #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste #gabriel agreste #ladybug #shadybug #chat noir #claw noir #tikki #plagg #hawk moth #miraculous paris special #paris special #miraculous crack au #this does apply to an Adrien swap too

[loquaciousquark]

Tonight's misadventures: I've recruited Minthara on this Astarion origin run and I brought her along to face the Thorms. Tragically, Shadowheart triggered the Gerringothe convo and her miserable +1 to Persuasion didn't do it, even with as much inspiration as I could spare. In the ensuing fight, both Astarion and Minthara got turned to gold, but not before Gerringothe hit Astarion for 637 damage (he was holding 12k gold). :(

That was bad enough, but once that fight was done and we made it into the back room, I had Astarion break the statue of her out of spite. Hilarious, right up until it fell over, through the floorboards, and down the level below, taking Karlach and Minthara with it on the way down.

I honestly don't know why she's sticking around at this point. (As an aside, I'm realizing typing this that I forgot to actually jump down there and loot. Both Minthara and Karlach jumped back up immediately with their thighs made of steel springs, and I got distracted with the little gold bits scattered around the map! I'll head back tomorrow and finish the loot.)

Even more tragically, Minthara then triggered on Malus Thorm, and despite her very good CHA she couldn't make all the checks & we had to fight them too. Astarion did finally push everyone aside and get there first on the Thisobald one, though, and was successful in talking him out of existence.

Look at how mad he is to be playing this lute.

#almost done with act 2! thaniel and then back to gerringothe and then i think ready for the temple of shar #gonna try to do the rats version since astarion won't get mad at himself #he's also romanced and broken up with everyone except karlach #because I CAN'T GET HER SCENE TO POP #EVERYONE AND THEIR MOTHER APPARENTLY TAKES PRIORITY #i'm literally almost done with act 2 after getting her second upgrade before a single rest and there's still been so many other things firs #ugggh #astarion #baldur's gate 3 #quark plays bg3

[arr-jim-lad]

Im sorry im actually devastated but this might actually be one of the cruelest things in these books i've read so far 😭

like holy shit the entire vezok situation is so upsetting to me bc like yea he's horrible they're all horrible but just. the absolute state of this guy is tearing me apart lisa

"Vezok's eyes flared to life. Thok met them and saw immediately that his fellow Piraka had changed. Gone was the cold intelligence that had kept Vezok alive all these years, replaced by white-hot anger."

LIKE.. this was a character who was intelligent & sharp, a calculative monster who was able to outsmart his enemies. and that was ripped away from him, taking a form of its own and walking away. just like that, his ability to think clearly, quickly, and precisely, was gone.

vezok comes across like he suffered brain damage that caused a change in his core personality, and how he thinks and functions

i literally can't help but pity this wet beast who has done nothing but harm to everyone around him across many millennia, because oh my god, not just having a core part of yourself be taken away from you, but also knowing that you're not yourself, knowing you're missing something, seems like such a terrible and disorienting state of being

vezok finally getting a chance to be full again & furiously asking to be put back together, only for his teammates to say it's a waste of time and destroying his chance for it to ever happen, is unbelievably cruel.

i feel like there's a case to be made about zaktan refusing to help him out of spite and jealousy, as he himself also hasn't been a whole being for a very, very long time.

#🥺🥺🥺🥺 (<- me seeing a thoroughly irredeemably horrible guy having his very evil hopes crushed) #bionicle #piraka #vezok

[goblinpuppy35]

Bright Eyes

(Previous Chapter) - Part 6 - (Next Chapter)

Student Remus x Male Reader

Summary: The Marauders start to hang out with an unexpected new friend who Remus falls for.

TW: Intense bullying and assault.

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For the last couple of weeks the bags under Y/N's eye sunk deeper into his face. It had become a nightly tradition in the Slytherin dorm room, organised by the spiteful Luscious of course, to keep Y/N from sleeping as much as possible. It had started with all of his bedding being stolen resulting in Y/N shivering though the cold winter night. The next night he woke up with an unpleasant slimy sensation over his body and jumped out of bed horrified to find it full of large wet slugs. The worst awakening occurred when one particularly malicious student attempted to set Y/N's green hair on fire, fortunately he was able to dash to the nearest bathroom before any damage could be done.

At this point Y/N tried to plead for help from the Slytherin house teacher but as he woefully expected the elderly traditionalist refused to even consider such bullying was taking place under his house. Furthermore Y/N was reminded he was still a member of Slytherin and it was in his best interest to 'learn to get along with his pure blood peers'. Five points were taken from Slytherin for Y/N not acting as a 'team player' and an additional five for his overall appearance which from his lack of sleep was starting to look a little dishevelled. Y/N knew he was going to suffer for this later.

"Look on the bright side" Sirius said with his mouth full of sandwich "at least your stopping Slytherin from getting ahead of us for the house cup". The four boys were sat at the very back of the library as not to get in trouble for bringing in snacks as they "studied". Y/N and Sirius sat side by side while James leaned back in his chair using it's neighbour as a footrest. Remus himself had chosen to curl up on the window seal just above the table and was the only one reading his textbook yet his sharp hearing was keeping close attention to the conversation. "Yeah, once we thrash them in next weekend's match they will have no chance" James jeered with a toothy grin and Y/N chuckled back. The nights at Hogwarts had become hellish but he was always grateful that he could spend the whole day with his three friends who not only didn't mind his unique self, they celebrated it. "You know I would cheer for you guys but I feel there is already a bloody target on my back the size of a blodger" Y/N joked rubbing his temple. 

"Is that why you've got no shoes on?" James question caused Y/N to sit up and instinctively hide his feet underneath his chair. His robe had concealed his missing footwear from teachers all day but several other students have given him funny looks. There was no need to hide this from the three Gryffindor boys though, Y/N knew they wouldn't hurtful make fun of him so with a sigh he stretched out his shoeless feet. "Some of my considerate house mates made the decision that my shoes would be of better use at the bottom of the lake than with me". In the corner of his eye Y/N noticed a minor shift of movement, as he turned to look he saw Remus had finally looked up from his book and his deep dark eyes were intensely staring at Y/N. Even though he didn't point it out Remus always seemed to be aware of when Y/N showed up with new cuts and bruise, Remus eyes displayed a level of sympathy but his firm brow brought on by anger often overcast them. Y/N would be lying to say he didn't like looking at Remus handsome face however the eye contact made him feel self conscious and the overall conversation about his bullying embarrassed him so he looked away.

"Here you go Y/N" Sirius said while fiddling with something under the table before producing his carve high black leather lace up boots and dramatically slammed them on the table. "Come on Sirius put them back on" Y/N protested but Sirius just grinned back "Mate I've got like six other pairs back in our dorm and we are the same size, come on let your fantastically dressed friend help you out!". Y/N did really like Sirius' boots so after another moment of hesitation took them off the table and carefully laced them up. "They look better on you" Remus said, the first actual sentence he had contributed to in the whole conversation. Sirius smile dropped and he was able to begin an elegant comeback towards Remus however upon looking down and seeing they did in fact look excellent on Y/Ns feet he simply pouted and slouched back into his chair, arms folded. This made the other three uproar with laughter, then a sharp "Shhhhh" echoes through the library which only made the four carry on laughing in hushed whispers.

The marauders stayed in the library with Y/N all afternoon and into the late evening, reading, joking and debating how easy it would be to sneak into the forbidden section of the library. Y/N saved every moment until to his dismay as the ninth chime of the clock rang out the shrill library ordered all the remaining students to return to their dorms. Begrudgingly Y/N bid his friends goodnight at the bottom of the staircase, he was turning around to leave when "Y/N, wait" made him halt. Remus had stayed behind as his friends chatted and ascended the stairs. "I promise you we will figure out a way to solve this", despite feeling hopeless in himself Y/N believed what Remus had said, or maybe he just wanted to. Smiling at the towering Gryffindor Y/N bid him another warmer goodnight and made his way down to the Slytherin dorms.

Along with Y/N's new addition of non school regulated boots he got even more unpleasant stares from the other students. Anywhere he chose to sit, those who were around him would deliberately move. Y/N didn't dare go into the bedroom from fear of what new cruel torment he might be subjected to. He sat on the window seat and read the DADA textbook Remus had lent to him, trying to mute his surroundings. After several chapters Y/N finally looked up and was relieved to see he was alone, everyone else had gone to bed. The room was bathed in ink blue twilight with only a small warm glow emitting from the lit fire place. Now alone Y/N felt safe to move from the window into the warmth of the fire. He lay down on the sofa and almost felt comforted. He began to think of the others, most likely in their bedroom joking and messing around late into the night, he wished he could be with them so badly, as Y/Ns mind carried on imagining his eye lids dropped and he flouted gradually to sleep.

It felt only like seconds later when Y/N was awake, not by choice but by force. From physically being pushed down and the feeling of something on top of him. At first Y/N thought his eyes were still closed but as his sense heightened he realised something had been thrusted over his head, concealing him in darkness. The material tightened around his neck and subsequently pressed against his face. His breath hitched from the pressure but the fabric's breathability allowed Y/N to realise a pillow case had been thrown and tied around his head. Fuck. Several hands were pushing him face down into the floor with one large pair quickly tying his wrists together with rope. All snickering as they went. "So you think you can just run off and tell on us without any consequences?" cooed the revolting voice of Luscious, even under the pillow case Y/N rolled his eyes as he struggled. "Fortunately for you my father taught me how to properly dispose of rats" Luscious spat out the last word and Y/N was roughly lifted up onto his legs still fighting, "You simply throw them into a bag and then you. flush. them. out". 

"Luscious you petty, pathetic, parasitic .." with each word Y/Ns voice grow with angry though alas didn't last for long. The distinct sound of a belt buckle could be heard and then clumsily one of Y/N captures forced the thick belt into Y/Ns mouth, between his teeth. This made the fabric push uncomfortable against Y/N's nose and he groaned with pain as the belt buckle was fixed in place behind his head. "That's enough squeaking rat! Time to put you down for good." The group began to drag Y/N out of the dorm room and into the hallway. Feeling the situation becoming more sinister with every moment Y/N continued to thrash against his restraints and attempt to cry out, only weak muffled whines came out of his gagged mouth. After turning a corner everyone's footsteps suddenly began to echo on tiles, signalling to Y/N they had entered one of the communal bathrooms. There was already the sound of running water. FUCK.

Y/N was starting to panic as he was violently pushed down onto his knees and his stomach smacked into what he knew as the rim of the communal bathtub. "I am so sick of you vermin" Luscious hissed and as others held Y/N's limbs down Luscious spindly fingers gripper the back of the pillow case and shoved it down into the water. Instantly Y/N tried to free himself and fear took over his whole body, Luscious lifted up Y/N's head out of the water, the wet cloth stuck to his face and effectively continued to cut off his breathing. Spluttering gasps were barely audible from Y/N. Repeatedly Luscious dunk Y/N's head into the cold water over and over and over, Y/N could no longer tell what was drool, snot, water or tears, he was getting weaker every second which terrified him. His head began to throb along with his vision going dark. Oh fuck. FUCK. Is this it?

Under the water all sound was muffled and hard to follow. So Y/N jolted when he heard and more strongly felt a large blast which was followed by a rumble through the floor. More blasts followed accompanied by fast paced footsteps, Y/N wanted to continue to listen but his eyes fully closed and he started to sink. Seconds later he was sharply pulled out of the water, landing on the wet floor. His heart pounded in his ears as hands frantically untied the belt and removing the case from his head, Y/N's eyes couldn't focus, everything around him was a blur. There were vague figures darting around the room shooting flashes of light at one another. At this moment Y/N's lungs aggressively began to function again causing him to arch his back and wheeze, trying to catch his breath. His chest were in agony but he couldn't stop gasping. "Y/N. Y/N! come on stay with me. Breath!" these words slowly became more clear, as if they were a radio broadcast being tuned to the right frequency for Y/N. He looked up and his spinning eyes managed to pick out Remus, cradling him, rocking back and forth as a result of his own panicked state. Y/N couldn't speak as he still struggled to get a steady rhythm with his breathing, coughing up water sporadically. 

James and Sirius ran up to them clutching their wands. "We've chased them off. How's he doing?" James asked, "Not good." Remus said whipping Y/N damp hair off his face, "We need to take him tonight!" Remus commanded. "But it's not ready yet" Sirius chimed in, kneeling down to help Y/N sit up. "Pads! Those bastards nearly killed him! We have to take him!" Remus spoke directly and Y/N could feel his grip tighten slightly on his side. Both Sirius and Remus had to hold onto Y/N and guide him through the hallway and up the stairs as James illuminated the way up. "How .. How did you know where I was" whispered Y/N still half in a daze state. "We have a map that shows us everyone in the castle at all times. Remus saw the others taking you to the bathroom on it and we knew that wasn't a good sign". Weakly Y/N turned to look at Remus but the taller boy was focused on guiding Y/Ns footsteps up the stairs. Nearing the Entrance of the Griffindor dorm door James turned around and pulled out an oddly shimmering cape, "We are going to sneak you in Y/N. Put this on and no one will see you", passing the cape to Remus he carefully draped it over himself and Y/N. Remus was holding Y/N carefully around the waist and gently pressed him into his side, he felt warm. All four of them snuck through the rooms of sleeping students and up the stairs to their own room. It was a cramped top floor room with a small furnace in the middle and three large single beds with wooden frames and red privacy curtains hanging from them. Between each bed was a window that looked out into the grand landscape around the castle. 

As Y/N perceptive mind began to reboot he soon was able to tell which bed belonged to which boy based on the clutter on and surrounding it. James's had his broom and quidditch gear placed proudly next to his bed, everything else from books to empty beer cans to boxers were flung in disarray. Sirius' bed had additional embroidered blankets thrown around and shirts, trousers, jewellery and boots spilling out of every other space. To the far left was Remus' bed, compared to his fellow roommates his belongings were arranged neater however the shear volume of books surrounding his bed made it look like a fort. "We have something to show you!" James said excitedly jumping onto his bed and using the base of his broom he pushed up a large wooden board from the ceiling, creating a gap. From behind the door Sirius pulled out a ladder and helped Y/N slowly climb up it.

At first it was too dark to see but after James pulled Y/N up he created a light source with his wand and revealed the wooden structure of the tower's roof. Low wooden beams hung from the top and a circular window was fixed in-between the roof titles, looking out into the vast lake. It was a small space and only just about fit James, Y/N and Sirius who was bringing up some blankets and pillows. "We had planned to set this up properly before telling you about it but look, we can make you a bed here and there you can put all your things". Y/N had no words. "We know it's not much" James said earnestly "but I bet it's going to be way nicer than being stuck in the basement with all those creeps. And it means we get to hang out together way more!". Y/N kept looking around the space in disbelief "I .. I don't know what to say .. thank you!", he was trying hard to fight back crying in front of his friends. "Thank Remus" explained Sirius "This was all his idea!" looking back to the entrance Y/N could see Remus top half of his face looking up through the hole, he had been observing Y/N's reaction. "Thank you Remus" in this moment Y/N felt so pleased for believing Remus when he said things would get solved and Remus smiled back at Y/N happy he was able to keep his promise. "Come on now" James yawned "This has been enough bloody chaos for everyone, let's get some sleep." and the three Gryffindor's left Y/N to get settled. As he curled up into the pile of blankets Y/N could hear the sound of floorboards and bedsprings as the other boys settled into bed. Being this close to them felt so reassuring, his heart rate was still slowly going back to normal and as it did he couldn't stop smiling while he gradually fell asleep.

#remus lupin #remus #lupin #90s #young remus lupin #gay #fantsay #first fanfic #fanfic #remus x reader #remus lupin x you #remus lupin x y/n #remus lupin x male reader #the marauders #magic #wizard #romance #fluff #sirius black #james potter #gay fanfiction

[yellowhollyhock]

day 21, adopting a pet

Nightwatcher gets a kitty <3

With one last tug, the restraints were secure, and he could leave his quary to the police.

"Maybe you and your friends will think twice next time about fooling around in this neighborhood," he suggested.

The thug protested vehemently into his gag. Raph raised his eyebrows.

"Not really in a position to make demands," he taunted. "In case you didn't catch everything while you were getting your butt kicked, your buddies didn't get away with the stolen weapons and the shopkeeper called the police. And you know, the police ain't always as nice as I am about getting talked back to."

A clatter around the corner got his attention. His job here was done, and it was a big one--an organized heist by a group he'd been tailing for a while. The kind of thing that would keep the media a little off his shell, something the police would see as a worthwhile contribution in spite of themselves. The kind of scuffle going on around the corner--arguing, some hitting--that was domestic violence or assault. More serious crimes in Raph's book, but not the kind of thing that ever made Nightwatcher look like a hero. Once he intervened, he may as well be the thug who started it as far as the press was concerned.

He turned into the alley.

It was just a dumb kid, looming over something, probably a smaller kid, and kicking, just taking out his anger. Raph made himself big; it would be good if this one just ran off without having to get hit first.

"Hey!"

As he'd hoped, the short figure startled and then scrambled. Raph shook his head at the cowardice, and crept closer to assess the damage.

A mess of yellow, white, and black fur, huddled against the dumpster. She crouched and hissed, angry yellow eyes fixed on Raph's slow, steady movements.

He crouched down, hands out in front of him for her to investigate.

"Hey, girl, are you hurt?"

She batted a claw at him. He winced as it scraped against his armor, pulling back more for her sake than his.

Ideally, he should have had some kind of treat to offer to help her know he meant no harm. Since he didn't, he tried to give her plenty of space while he looked her over for injuries. More than anything, she just looked emaciated. She favored her front left paw, and the same side of her face had a long scar. It didn't look fresh.

"It's okay, you're safe," he soothed. He wanted to give her some food, and he would probably be able to find some in the dumpster, but if he started digging for it, she would definitely run off. He needed to gain some trust first.

She was still on edge, after all he had her cornered. But she must be curious, too; she could've gotten away if she'd wanted. He held one hand out to her. She sniffed it cautiously.

"That's it; no worries. I probably smell like all kinds of trash that I've been digging through tonight," he alluded to the situation around the corner that the police should be taking care of any minute. "But I'm a nice guy.

Once she seemed more curious than nervous, he moved his hand up to gently pet her. At first the touch made her tense again, but when it proved gentle, she approached. He let her crawl into his lap.

"There, you see? I'm just a big metal softie. Wouldn't do a thing to hurt somebody like you. Now are you gonna stay while I find you some food?"

About an hour and a couple of discarded hot dog scraps later, Raph was lingering outside the lair, a matted bundle of fur nuzzling contentedly against his plastron. Her paw was wrapped as well as he could manage in some old newspapers. He needed Donnie to look at her paw and Mikey to help name her--he was debating between Razor and Darling.

But first he needed to figure out how, exactly, he was going to explain this to Master Splinter.

#tmnt #tmnt 2007 #2007 raph #march for raph #yellow writes

[no0t2]

@checkadii

I literally just woke up so this is the worst time to post this but ngl I have this problem where I wanna talk about it but I blank so fucking hard and fall flat on my face that I end up not talking about it anyway out of sheer embarrassment.

I'm not good at structuring my thoughts properly either because of ADHD, but here goes I guess.

I usually gotta segway into the topic if it's relevant to the conversation usually via,, friend convo, I don't know how people do deepdives of characters and whatnot I can't do that. I'm not sure why that is, this always has been a thing for me where I've got some level of understanding and my own HCs and such but they're not written or anything, so I can't express them.

To me Postal is just a silly series (minus P1 and Redux), not to be taken too seriously. So I don't really think about the "lore" that it has so much. I can ramble about Postal: Brain Damaged tho, that's probably my favourite cos of gameplay... And the designs as well as the soundtrack. It's just such a good game, I never thought shooters would ever be a genre I'd like to play, as I was so against playing them (thanks Half-Life for opening up my eyes). I can say definitely with confidence that retro styled FPS are especially something I find fun? Not on intense difficulty or anything either, I usually can't go above normal.

I've listened to "Straight Outta Suburbia" for like over an hour straight, I'm pretty sure even during while I was drawing one of my BD sketches lol

Back to Postal in general, I frankly haven't done enough "research" on it where I can properly speak about it aside from the games I've played (P1, P2, Paradise Lost and P:BD) And they're all games that are super different from each other (aside from P2 and PL, but even then). I'd also say I'm still pretty new to the series, speaking as I haven't played all of the games yet. Frankly, I was planning to just stick to P2 and that's it, glad I didn't.

Postal 1 I remember making me feel all sorts of weird things when I both played it and after I finished it. The load up intro scared the shit out of me the first time I opened the game, to where I had to pause for a minute. And it kept spooking me each time I did open it. I think that was kinda the point of the game as it's pretty dark compared to it's counterparts. I won't get into the lore of the 1st Dude cos I've seen people pluck at each other's feathers over the interpretation of him. But essentially, guy looses his shit during an episode, starts killing everyone. (Or just, "hostiles", depends how you play the game.)

P2 is so wildly different (aside from the fact that you can shoot people) that when I first opened it I was so confused how I was met with THAT Dude. I was surprised to hear him talk more beyond than just "BLEED" or "Only my weapon understands me". At the time I was also wrangling personal fears and feelings(which I don't know if I wanna get into, let alone if people would even wanna hear it lol) over playing the Postal series, so my initial expectation towards the game was:

"Okay, I know this is going to have some offensive shit in it, there's parts that won't be fun probably." And hoped for the worst, surprisingly a lot of the stuff in it I didn't find that bad, most of it is definitely fucked up, but nothing I couldn't handle, surprisingly. I played neutral-y, so I only attacked whoever attacked me, but I'd bail if I had the chance.

Paradise Lost plays similarly to Postal 2 (as it's literally the same branch of game just in the form of DLC). But I've found myself enjoying it way more than Postal 2, mostly cuz I found some of the jokes in it actually funny.

P3 I haven't played because I got rick rolled by RWS on the website so I'm not gonna play it out of spite </33 (But I've seen gameplay)

Postal: Brain Damaged is like, even more different than the previous entries as it's a retro styled shooter. But it has the charm of a Postal game and MAN is it good, I think the fact that it was released more recently is what made me enjoy its humor more. And it just!! Is so fun in general like wow, I'm still processing playing the game and I've already been thinking of replaying it because of how much I've enjoyed it. Definitely recommend trying it out.

AND WOWWW this has gotten long oops. Sorry.

I wanna note tho that, although there are aspects of Postal I enjoy, there's a lot of them that I don't, namely the offensive bits, some of them are genuinely fucked up where I can't go past them even in a comedic sense. Which I think is OK. I still enjoy other parts of it :^]

#this is such a long ramble I'm soo sorry #There might be typos dnhdhw #I'm not maintagging this do not perceive me #nines rambles #<- LITERALLY

[kingwithpaintedfingers]

"Samples"

(Author's Note: @relax-and-read-on and I were talking about another Primarch AU and the subject of an old headcanon I share with my IRL best friend about the nature of the Bararan Overlords. This "driblet" (tiny little fic) more or less sums it up and includes some writing I'm proud of.

This scene comes from a larger AU I share with my IRL friend where Magnus the Red was raised by Trazyn the Infinite instead of humans. I'm not ready to turn this into a full fic at the moment, so this is sadly all I've got for now.

Very mild spoilers for The Buried Dagger; the usual Trazyn-y shenanigans.)

Mortarion sat in the middle of the floor, bound in chains of necrodermis.  At the sight of his brother, he struggled against them.  It was a futile gesture—even he could not break through these bonds.  Magnus knelt before him, bringing them level to each other.

"Where are we?  Why did you take us?  Where is Calas?!" Mortarion snarled.

Magnus held up a hand.  "We are on Solemnace.  And I did not take you.  Trazyn the Infinite did."

"Who the hell is he?"  Mortarion tried to kick out with his legs, but they were bound as well as his hands.

Magnus took a deep breath.  "Trazyn the Infinite, Overlord of Solemnace, is the archivist of the Nihilakh Dynasty."  He noticed the way his brother twitched at his father's title.  "He's the…person who raised me."

Mortarion stared at him, a look of shock and disgust on his face.

Magnus shifted.  "Pops—Trazyn—he's a Necron.  An empire of undying metal beings.  The Necrons were flesh and blood, just like we humans are, once.  They were once the Necrontyr.  Then the Star-Gods betrayed them with the curse of biotransference.  They were all put into metal bodies millions of years ago."  Magnus played with the hem of his robe.  "Almost all of them.  One minor dynasty was spared.  They were far away from all the rest, and they had pledged their souls to a different god, one who protected them from biotransference."

Suspicion dawned in Mortarion’s eyes.  He swallowed.  "And these…Necrontyr…the ones who survived biotransference…who…who were they…?"

"A small cult.  The Dewerekh Dynasty.  They settled on a small, savage world and ruled it, undisturbed, for millions of years."

Mortarion shivered.  "What does this have to do with me.  Or with Calas?  Where is he?!"

"In a stasis cell for now."  Magnus took another deep breath.  "Mortarion…the Dewerekh Dynasty…they were the Overlords of Barbarus.  You are the last person in the entire galaxy to be raised by a Necrontyr.  The Necrons barely remember their adult lives before biotransference, let alone their childhoods.  As debased and barbaric as he was by Necrontyr standards, Necare was one of the last members of their species, and the last one to raise a child.  And even better, you have an eidetic memory.  You remember it all!  You hold the key in your mind to uncover priceless insights of a lost culture!"  Magnus was leaning in closer, consumed, in spite of himself, with enthusiasm for their rare find.

Mortarion stared at him in horror, his body pulled away from Magnus.  He licked his lips.  "And Calas…his father was a, a Necrontyr…"

Magnus nodded.  "The last biological child of a Necrontyr.  His blood is diluted with human, and corrupted by your geneseed, but it still might hold the secret to their genetic past."

Mortarion clenched his fists.  "So what will your father do with us?  Experiment on us?  Torture us for information?"

Magnus shook his head.  "No.  You're too valuable to damage.  He'll interview you.  Find out what you know.  Take tissue samples from Typhon.  And when he's done, he'll put you on display."

His brother's fists tightened.  "No.  I will not let it happen."

"That's the thing, brother," Magnus sighed.  He reached into his interdimensional pocket and pulled out two mindshackle scarabs.  "You won't have a choice."

#my fanfiction #mortarion #magnus the red #trazyn the infinite #horus heresy #warhammer 30k #warhammer 40k #necrons #necrontyr

[jajanvm-imbi]

Here's what I don't understand about Stella stans. You realize that she NEVER cared about Stolas OR Octavia right? Even before Stolas cheated on her.

Stolas really just wanted to peacefully coexist with Stella.

Stolas: "I've tried so many years to make it comfortable for us. To have this family."

He knew he would never love her, and she would never love him, but he wanted them to at least be happy. Maybe even become friends.

Stella never cared about Stolas in any way. Instead of understanding that he didn't want this arrangement anymore that she did and find solidarity, everything she said and did to him was out of pure spite.

Stolas: "Why are you still here? You leave with Via on weekends, but you stay around the house despite everything."

Stella: "I like tormenting you. I want to keep reminding you of what you did."

She literally said it out loud. She was handed a valid reason to leave him, to end the relationship neither of them wanted to be in in the first place, but she flat out said that the only reason she stays was to "Torment" him.

Stella didn't even care enough about her own daughter to make their relationship work. They only reason she stayed was to make Stolas' life living nightmare, which ultimately damaged Octavia in the process. Stolas at least TRIED to put on a smile for her and tried to make her feel better despite the circumstances. Stella screamed at Stolas, calling him awful names and threw shit around in Octavia's presence. She was throwing "Not Divorced" parties to talk shit about her husband when Octavia was already a teenager, which means Stella's outward abuse towards Stolas began much before him cheating. Octavia's memories of her parents "not hating each other" must be from when she was still a little kid, because teenage Octavia was very much aware of Stella's abuse towards her father.

Stolas tried so hard to make it work, if not as lovers than at least as life partners. He put so much effort into making a good life for Octavia. HE was the one who got up in the middle of the night to comfort little Octavia. HE was the one to tried to make her smile by taking her to LooLoo Land. He tried so hard to care enough for the both of them, but he couldn't. Stella didn't care at ALL.

Stella: "I'm glad one egg fell out of me..."

She even referred to Octavia as the "egg" that "fell out of her". She couldn't even call Octavia her DAUGHTER to her friends.

The fact that there are still people out there defending Stella's actions is insane. I'm not even saying you cant like her as a character, but you can enjoy a character and still acknowledge their faults. If Stella didn't care about Stolas enough to make peace with him, she at least could have done it for Octavia, and she consciously chose NOT TO out of spite.

Stella is a selfish abusive asshole and she always has been (inferred by the picture of Little Stella). People are calling this "lazy writing" and making Stella "evil just to be evil", but some people are just born rotten, and that's the truth. Some people are just messed up from birth.

And also they're in LITERAL HELL??? Of COURSE there's going to be naturally shitty people. Stolas is an outlier of being actually decent, like Charlie or M&M.

Anyway that's my rant

#helluva boss #helluva boss season 2 #helluva boss s2 #hb blitzo #helluva blitzo #hb stolas #helluva stolas #stolas goetia #hb stella #helluva stella #stella goetia #hb octavia #helluva octavia #octavia goetia

[bad-and-drawn-that-way]

we need to bully minors out of adult fandoms

I... have thoughts on this. The primary one being, where on earth did this come from? I'm just a little guy. A little scrimblo. A funky, mentally ill little dude who wants to smooch some fictional characters and writes about it. Why... did you come to my inbox for this?

Second thought: I originally was just going to delete this and move on with my day, but sure, I'll bite. Mainly because I do post NSFW content and have "minors, stay away" disclaimers on those posts. It may be wise to make my views on this clear for anyone who comes to my blog.

My opinion in short can be summed up very quickly.

Don't bully people. Just. Don't. It costs nothing to simply not harass others.

That being said, I do agree minors don't belong in adult spaces.

My in-depth thoughts are below the cut for those who care what one random person on the internet thinks.

Overall, the internet has become a dangerous and unfiltered space for young minds. However, it is not on the strangers of the internet to enforce the safety of minors, but their parents. We can post disclaimers and warnings. We can say "Hey! This isn't good for you! Please stay away and protect your own safety!" But ultimately, it is not our job to pick up swords and cut down every child on Tumblr and Reddit because we don't want them there.

If you post adult content or simply don't want kids interacting with your stuff there's only so much you should do. Tag everything. Put a disclaimer and warning in your bio. Block any minor you find interacting with your content.

Do not harass them. Do not get angry with them. Do not bully them. Not only will they not listen, but you'll only make them spiteful of genuine-intended warnings.

I'm an aunt who has helped raise my nieces and nephews since they were born. A lot of times, they'll hear me talking with their eldest brother who is now an adult about things like Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss. They'll ask me why they can't watch it yet or why I don't like that their parents let them play horror games like FNAF and Poppy Playtime. Rather than telling them "Because you're too young" and cutting it off there, I explain it to them. I tell them why the content is harmful at their age. I've done the research to explain to them scientifically the damage it does to their developing brains. I explain to them that adult content isn't meant for them and if they wait until they're an adult, they'll actually enjoy it more because by then, it may be relatable.

We were all kids at one point who thought we knew better than everyone else. As adults, a lot of us still do. No one likes to be told no. No one responds well to aggressive behavior from those trying to prove why they're right.

You can explain. You can tag. You can set your own boundaries. But no good will ever come out of harassing anyone just to prove to them why you're right.

And with that, I'm off to write some depraved self-insert content with a silly TV man with the emotional integrity of a plastic fish. Cheers!

#cherri speaks

[pippuns]

Youve made me curious, what's Tai Sui about? What's the appeal 👀👀

LET ME TELL YOU ALL ABOUT THE APPEAL ANON!!

tai sui is an absolutely fantastically written steampunk xianxia novel that acts as a deconstruction of the xianxia genre!! if you like detailed world building, questions about the cost of immortality, what makes a god, and identity, themes about environmentalism, class, autonomy, the power of names, and just incredible levels of emotional damage (broken up by the funniest and most annoying (/affectionate) protagonist around), tai sui is for you!!

which is to say. this novel was engineered to make me specifically absolutely lose it LOL

i kept on trying to make this post both coherent and not long and i have given up. here is a bunch of words of me yelling about how much i love tai sui below the page break.

TAI SUI IS SO!!! MY BRAIN!!! ITS BEING REWRITTEN!!!

there is literally no one in the main cast i dont like. they're all so funny in their own ways and so likeable!! I genuinely have such a difficult time picking my favorite character in tai sui because they're all so interesting and well-written, and i love seeing them interact with each other

part of this absolutely has to do the protagonist, xi ping, who is just the funniest man around. he's also the most annoying and i want to see him crushed like a bug (/affectionate). he's really good at bouncing off of other characters, and i love seeing him drag other folks into Problems and Situations and just being a general force of chaos and mayhem in the world

it's also really good that he's so funny and lighthearted because tai sui has some really tragic moments!! it gets fucking sad!! i've cried multiple times and i don't usually cry at media!! i only just finished book three!!

tai sui is also really good at writing women!! i love tai sui women so much. i don't really have much more to say about this but like. gender and wlw win <3

another thing tai sui does that i like a lot is zoom out to focus on the ways the events of the novel are affecting ur average day folks. when i say ''tai sui is about class and environmental issues'' i mean they don't just like, say it in the narration and then not elaborate on it. we explicitly see how people are being affected by the way the world is governed and the hardships they are forced to live through. it's not really left to your imagination.

but something i also really really like is that while priest does show the hardship that characterizes the lives of the people, they also show the ways in which people struggle to live on regardless.

tai sui is about tragedy in a lot of ways, but it's not a tragedy they take lying down, and it's not like people don't find their own moments of happiness in spite of the hard lives they live. which is really important to me!! its something i genuinely appreciate from the narration so much!! yes, life is hard. yes, things are difficult. and yes, people find a way to continue on regardless!!!!

PUNCHES A WALL. IM SO EMOTIONAL ABOUT TAI SUI.

ALSO THE NARRATION IS SO GORGEOUS??? LIKE HELLO??? IM LITERALLY OBSESSED WITH THE PROSE. EATS IT WHOLE LIKE IM A BURMESE PYTHON. or uh. like im going out to a gyro place with my friends and i get so focused on eating the food that i don't notice that i'm eating the sandwich paper wrap until a fair amount of it is chowed down haha :')

i also mentioned this a little on my side twitter but the way tai sui is formatted is also really fun to me. like. it feels like a tv show with the way the scenes change and the cliff hangers the chapters end on sometimes. which is why it really doesn't feel like its 900k words. you just keep going and then BOOM ur done with a book. the real reason im doodling my way through this novel is to force myself to go slow. bc otherwise i would have finished it in a week (there is something wrong with me).

anyways please read tai sui

#pip speaks #i cannot be normal <3 please understand <3 #side twitter is zapphalt. i have more specific text analysis and thoughts there #but its full of spoilers </3 #i tried to keep it short but in my defense you asked why it appealed to me #disclaimer these are the reasons why it appeals to me specifically. there are many more reasons to like tai sui that i have not listen #partially bc i literally can just keep going on. partially bc if i continue there will be spoilers. #edit: added a link to where you can read it :)