#odious rot

[sewercentipede]

odious_rot

#fashion #words #odious_rot #1k #odious rot #up #transparent

[forcedhesitation]

this undeniably has to be one of the worst opinions I've seen about this season. like out of the plentiful failures season 4 had... you really couldn't choose one to talk about? max's mental health was one of the only things that I felt season 4 handled pretty damn well.

I do think it could have been better written, yes. the ending of her arc in season 4 was....insulting at best.

but overall? the show does a great job of addressing that max actually hated billy (she literally fucking admits to wishing for his death) and that her grief is more complicated than just missing a person. because she wasn't missing a person! she was ultimately glad billy was gone. but even in death, he torments her.

she watched a person she grew up with be brutally murdered by some fleshy abomination, RIGHT in front of her. her shitbag step father bailed on her and her mother after billy died, forcing them to move to the trailer park. her mother abuses alcohol and is never home because she's always working so they can afford to live in the trailer park. her friend group has been split in two by the byers moving away, which took el away from her too. she doesn't know how to reach out to lucas, deep down doesn't feel she deserves his love & concern, despite lucas' best efforts (vecna literally taunts her with lucas turning on her at the final confrontation). she wished so badly to have someone like steve in billy, but she knows that billy would never be that person. he was the complete opposite & she can't just have steve in his place. she mourns the brother she never had. she is devastated by the way billy still hurts her, even after he's gone.

she's what. fourteen??? when this all happens?

like the death of an abuser is never so simple as "hooray! I am so very joyous now that the source of my pain is gone!" the damage an abuser inflicts on you is not some cut to the skin that can be healed and one day forgotten. it's so much more tortuous than that. especially for a child.

#stranger things #thoughts about media #“her trauma was so unserious because I cannot critically engage with a TV show in a way that transcends clout chasing on social media" #stranger things fans on twitter continuing to prove that they are the worst. business as usual I suppose. #I only clicked the trending tag because I figured little lord zionism had once again said something repulsive. #or that another cast member had defended his or the other lunatic's odious words. #nope. schnapp apparently has no work lined up after st5. which is lovely news. may he rot thoroughly. #and then this ridiculous post. #you know. the smallest spark of recognition flickered in my mind when I saw the user's url. so this can't be the first time. #however- I did not have them blocked. HA! they sure are now! although I'm sort of curious what awful opinions they've shared before. #eh- but most certainly not curious enough to waste my time and risk reading some utter garbage about steve. #the block button is not enough for those who slander steve's good name.

[blastbeatdbeat]

Cerebral Rot - Odious Descent Into Decay

#cerebral rot #odious descent into decay #death metal #Spotify

[madamvanrouge]

Lilia Vanrouge x Reader

✿Briar's Secret [Part 2]✿

Notes: Angst, fluff? Meleanor's little sister!reader, chief strategist!reader, human-fae war era.

Contains my twst OC Midnight.

Midnight followed his beloved princess out to where the humans stood their ground, fully armed and ready to take the lives of whoever approached them. Midnight himself was a human, in fact, he was the very one who had once attempted the assassination of princess [Y/N] Draconia. The very princess to whom he had sworn complete allegiance and the fragile threads that vested his life. 

He had grown up an orphan, forced into an occupation as brutal as assassination by his own race. His arctic blue eyes had held the coldness of all the winters, kindness was far from what he had. He had taken the lives of numerous fae kind, his hands were stained with deep smears of their blood that would unceasingly serve as a recollection of his immoral deeds that were nothing short of perverseness. 

Yet this very princess whom he had been told to assassinate, had forgiven him, even taken him as one of her own. She'd made him the leader of her private military squadron- the Midnight Solstice. He remembered not what his real name was. Midnight was the name the princess had given him. And it was the only name that held any sort of importance to him.

He'd foolishly fallen in love with her. He, a lowly human, had fallen in love with a fae princess. He had fallen into the trenches of admiration for a woman who would never be his as was decided by the differences between their races. He could never dare to tell her he loved her. 

Not only that, the princess held someone else close to her heart. [Y/N]'s heart belonged to the Right General of Briar Valley's army, Lilia Vanrouge. Midnight understood quite little of why she loved him, given how they constantly bickered with each other, but he could not bring himself to intervene in his princess' love. He would follow her to the bitter end. That was his duty as her trusted assassin. 

Face to face they now were, with the Knight of Dawn, Henrik and the rest of the Silver Owls in glistening metal armour over which the light bounced off to yonder. 

"We come to negotiate peace. If you make no move, we shall listen to your demands." [Y/N] declared. Even at a time like this, Midnight's princess did not hesitate to show kindness and forgiveness to those who were willing to resonate with her pleas and respond in kind. 

"Peace?! With you damned witches? You think you have any right?!" Henrik yelled in quite the odious manner. Midnight clicked his tongue, having to hold himself back from wrenching off that insolent pig's head. 

"Then you leave me no choice." [Y/N] scanned the grounds. She had bought enough time apparently. Midnight could also spot Princess Meleanor, the General and his aide running with the egg into the dense woods of Briar Valley. 

"Hah! As if an immoral creature like you is capable of anything!" Henrik jabbed a short, stubby finger at her. Midnight had to inhale to calm himself. No stabbing big ugly pigs with foul mouths and no cutting their miserable fingers. He had to wait for [Y/N]'s orders. 

The fae princess took in a deep breath before whispering. "Remains of the worlds beyond, assist my need to conquer that which has been sought. Reign of Conqueror." [Y/N] staggered, Midnight helping her up as a dense, crimson mist dissipated across the grounds. Midnight shielded himself and [Y/N] with his defense magic, watching as every soldier fell into a deep sleep, one which could never be awakened from. No true love, no magic could awaken them. They'd rot into bones in this very manner. They were as good as dead. 

[Y/N] coughed up blood, falling to her knees. The usually sprightly princess looked now pale and sickly, the pieces of her face shattering into red fragments and slowly scattering into the winds. 

"Princess!" Midnight crouched beside her. His heart felt as if it had been beat with a hammer. Panic flashed in his eyes. He had known this would happen. He had let her do this as he was in no position to disobey the orders of one who had saved his life. 

"Midnight." The princess clutched the arm of her trusted assassin weakly. "Did I do good?" Her other arm had already broken away into crimson fragments, the very same shade of crimson as her beloved Lilia's eyes. Her torso was now slowly breaking up into similar pieces. 

"Of course, princess." Midnight struggled with his words. He disliked how awkward he was with words. He disliked how he could not say the words [Y/N] wished to hear. He hated himself. So much. 

"I love you, Midnight. Tell big sis Meleanor I l-loved her. Baul and the castle staff too." the princess spoke weakly. She was now almost gone. "I wish I could see big brother Levan one last time." she choked on a sob. The assassin's heart broke as he held her. He struggled to breathe, struggled to come to terms with reality as he watched his loved one perish in his arms. 

"And tell that idiot Lilia-" [Y/N]'s face was now fading away. "He had better marry me. I love him." 

And with that, the last of her was gone. Princess [Y/N] Draconia, gone from this world, without a trace. 

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NOTE: DO NOT REPOST OR PLAGIARIZE MY WORK!

#malleus draconia #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst #lilia x reader #lilia vanrouge #lilia vanrouge x reader #diasomnia #diasomnia x reader

[punk-in-docs]

Ok...I'm just gonna beg for an Itty bitty nibble..do you have any random little headcanons, smutty or otherwise, for Paul? I can't get enough of him and I love how you write him!

🥀 keep watch over the door of my lips 🥀

Warning: ‼️this is a little dirty and a little mean (kinda like it’s author) language/cursing, c-word, brief mention of sex ‼️

“How radiant you look. Tsarevna.”

You growl a curse under your breath before she comes closer. Fucking cunting hell.

Paul can see your teeth grinding, grating on edge. Can hear the clack of bone. You smile to cover it over.

You turn in step with your new husband. When you turn your heads, you see the unfortunate shape of one of the many parasites, who clings to these halls under the guise of being a noble courtesan.

Svenska. The most odious bitch alive.

Fligged out in a pale pink gown, ruffled and trimmed to high heaven as an enormous eyesore. Her wig stuffed with flowers. Neck crushed in jewels. Neckline cut nearly to her crushed corseted ribs. Her rouge is smeared and some of it stains her teeth. Stained on the sticky rim of her glass that was perpetually full.

She curtseys to you. Paul stares at her with wordless distaste. Didn’t bow to acknowledge her. He rarely glided through these saw-toothed in’s-and-out’s of court life. It held no interest.

“My god look at you, you’re glowing.” She preens like a peacock, spits honey at you.

You won’t be fooled. This woman is a velvet draped dagger.

Your eyes scratch at her. Hard as diamond tips. Depths of them glitter cleverly in the candlelight. Plotting.

Your smile is guarded. Growing wider. Like something steeling itself for pleasure, before it sunk in its fangs and flushed venom. That’s you in a nutshell.

You see her for what she really is; someone who happily opened her legs to gain political title. Hates her husband. Detests her innumerable bastard children. Different father for each. And here she is happily leeching off the wealth of court for everything she may ever need. For perfumes and rouges and snappy new gowns. She followed the flocking herd.

“Lady Svenska.” You lean in all genteel pretension, kiss the air near both sides of her cheeks.

Paul loves the way the diamonds on your neck glitter and shimmer so much more than the flat things she is wearing. Yours are bigger too. Huge fat gems. The ones she boasts of so richly, look a little dulled. Doesn’t that say it all-

Her perfume is a stench that cloys. Rotting sugared plums. She screws the merchants to get it sent here to her, all the way from Paris.

“Enjoying your honeymoon I take it?” She asks as she sips golden sherry from her fluted glass. Flickers her rabid-tiger eyes over Paul. Assessing him. The boy prince.

“Very much so. Pity we had to come back to this… court so soon.” You insult plainly.

In truth you’d give anything to be back in the countryside, bundled in the snow, nestled away outside Smolensk in the Manor House overlooking the frozen lake. Just you and him. Fireplaces and fucking and walking outside in the snow. Away from the rigours of this snake pit.

She raises a thin brow.

“Word floating around is that you screwed the swede? But wouldn’t go through and commit to marry him. Too poor for you? Maybe you were aiming for a far richer prize.” She asks with a gentle frown of concern.

You don’t say a thing. You merely look at her. Your smile curls on one side. Your eyes draw back.

The senseless woman should have chills up her spine by now.

“You’re talking to the Tsarevna.” Paul hisses in threat. His tone tells her to find her respect or he’ll have it found for her.

“No. I’m talking to the royal broodmare. The royal cunt as we like to call her. It’s said no one can better lay on their back and take cock, like a Voronsky.” She giggled.

Playing all saccharine, like she didn’t mean her words when she so clearly did.

She approached you with the purpose of saying these words. They weren’t accidentally spilling from drunk vodka-slurred lips.

“You know, some friendly advice… I’d watch my back if I were you, Tsarevna. There are several young ladies here, who would slit your whore throat to strips, to be in your shoes. Or rather- your very comfortable bed.” She drags her eyes to Paul’s.

There’s no doubt about it. That was bold flirting. She couldn’t be more obvious about it if she was stood here, wrapping her hand around his cock.

Angling her gown to better let him see her cleavage that spilled out. She sips her drink and inspects him sultrily through her lashes.

Paul scrunched his face up. Frowns. His eyes cloud. Chest puffs out in agitation. The coldness that makes him look eerily like his mother swirls up.

Sweet Prince. He’s not skilled at masking his emotions. He’s never had to be. You’ve walked barefoot on broken glass in this environment for decades. You know the tricks.

The kind of look crosses his face that will end up with him petulantly bellowing for the Cossacks. Come drag this shrew to the dungeon to have her lashed or beaten for her insolent tongue, daring to strike foul words against you. It could be mistaken for treason. If he willed it.

You laugh. He can’t believe it. He turns to you like you’ve just grown three heads.

The raspberry red rouge of your lips split. Your drape your hand over his stiff arm. Curl your hand into him. The diamonds on your wrists, rattle.

You stand a little closer. He turns and glances to you. Intoxicated by your nearness. Enamoured newlywed after all. The look on your face intrigues him.

It’s also to ground him. Your touch on his arm. It’s to let him know a lifetime of readiness and teaching for how to handle this viper court has sharpened your tongue like a whetstone.

“You dare try and take or touch what is mine, Svenska. I’ll cut your conniving hands off.“ You promise with laughter stroked across your words.

“… And do continue calling me a cunt if you so wish. Just make sure you put my title before it. For I’ll have far more position and power than you and your grubby little nobles will ever be able to snatch at. You can only fuck your way so far.”

Her eyes crisp to frost at the edges at you. Smile falls off her saccharine lips.

You’re something with thorns. Or barbed brambles. One of those prickly stubborn things that will never be eradicated. That won’t bleed when someone cuts it.

“Have a lovely evening. Try the plum vodka and the goose pâté. Sensational.” You snap a smile as you twist and guide Paul away.

He puts his hand over yours as you take some much needed distance from her. He’s flushed red with anger over this. It settles rosy in the apples of his cheeks.

“I would have her tongue cut out for the way she spoke to you.” He spat harshly as you wandered away through the ballroom. Steady on his arm.

You turned and gave him a look that was stunningly calm. He’s seen every angry severe emotion gutted out of you. The ugliness of your sparky personality when in pain. He’s seen your terrifying steel cold rage. Your fiery swelling passion. Every spec of it: and yet in this you are calm as a glass smooth pond.

“Darling. Every last one of them would like to put me six feet in the dirt.” You explain simply. Like you’re contented with it.

Paul looks at you with that adorable naïve frown. His innocence still baffles the life out of you, sometimes.

You turn over your shoulder. Needling eyes at Svenska. Putrid bitch who couldn’t keep her nose out of other peoples business. Waltzes around in her sugary immature silk dresses and fucks people in return for a smattering shred of gossip.

She’s still eying you, too. Stood demanding more drink from a servant with a cold look blasted your way.

Her gaggle of ladies surround her like a flock of hens. They all look the same. Parisian whores who’d been up all night. Trussed up in their powdered wigs, heartthrob heart lips, and beauty spots.

“They want to tear me down because of where I stand. By your side.” You lay out plainly.

He looks at you with such concern.

“Paul. Every woman in this court would kill to be your mistress. To take my place. You have the future of Russia hanging over your shoulders, and every one of those power hungry cunts can see it.” You nudge your head to them in gesture. Grabbing yourself a glass of vodka from the passing tray. You need something sharp to burn away the anger in your mouth.

He pulls you in with something like frenzy. Uncaring for who was around you- his hand slipped across your lower back. He halved the distance between you.

Such a serious expression staining his face. Taking over those doe eyes. It forced a gasp out of you. Him being so intimate in front of others. You were still feeling used to it. The squeezing gold band on your finger.

“I don’t want a mistress.” He says with heavy emphasis.

God, you love him.

“It’s a royal occupation.” You say. Hell, in some courts it was expected. It was normal. He was entitled to one. Minister Panin could draw up a list of candidates for him if he wished.

“Doesn’t alter my mind. You are my wife. My one and only companion. The discussion ends there.” He makes plain.

You smile. It’s all sweet raspberries and berry fruits. The lip rouge you wear always looks so summer sweet. And when you lean in and kiss him softly, it’s delicious.

Relights that constant burning fuse of newlywed arousal and hunger deep in the pit of your belly. You wanted him alone. You want your hands everywhere on him.

When you pull back, he looks love drunk and wound up. You slide your hand down his chest like a coquette. Looking through your lashes at him.

“Care to retire early, husband?” You mumble as you grip his chin and kiss him. Hard.

He grabbed your hand and led the way. Cock throbbing for you already. You make him impetuous. You make him greedier and he will give in to those sins-

You didn’t make it back to your rooms. A shadowy window alcove did the trick. Barely any orange glow from the candles to frame you. Darkness burst around you.

Paul lifted your skirts and fucked you from behind then and there. His mouth muggy hot, kissing your neck and your ear as he railed you senseless. Making sure the whole nosy court could hear. His thumb strummed your clit and your cries intensified.

“My gorgeous wife.” He hummed as he watched you writhe. Intent passion on his face. Watched you curse and your cunt fluttering on his cock as you came. Tears in your eyes and his name dried it’s mantra on your lips. Once wouldn’t be enough. He needed more and he will have it.

Svenska was mysteriously absent from court the next day. You smile like a vixen.

Strange that-

#prince paul imagine #prince paul fanfic #prince paul x you #prince paul smut #prince paul x reader #prince paul #catherine the great 2019 #so much smut #smutty #smutty smut smut #thank you 💕💕💕 #thank you babe #thank you so much !! #hope you like this filth #punkwrites #punk masterlist #i would die for this man

[sethnakht]

fic recs feat. darth vader

Back in the day, I posted a list of fics (centered on the character of Darth Vader, in relation to Leia in particular) that left a strong impression on me as a reader. As part of a 2023 resolution to ease back into active reading, I wanted to shout out some newer stories that have equally grabbed my imagination. Like the original list, these stories are focused on Vader, especially if not exclusively in dialogue with Leia.

For context, I look for stories that grapple with the suit, with its effects, so you can expect medical and psychological horror as a theme. I also really like the kinds of horror stories you can tell with a character like Vader: I'm drawn to stories abounding with ghosts and gore. tl;dr - you can expect graphic depictions of violence and body horror, and please heed the tags on the fics themselves.

✦ appenza, multi-chapter wip by zinoviev, darth vader & leia organa, leia organa & luke skywalker

As a girl, Leia always dreamed of the stars. She had two passions: to become a pilot and to make the galaxy a better place. On her sixteenth birthday, she ran away from home to do what she thought was right. Two years later, she is a stellar recruit at an Imperial flight academy when an unwanted foe takes interest in her: Darth Vader.

Leia's characterization takes a stark departure here from the norm - she's alienated from her family and role on Alderaan, and has run away to become a pilot - offering a fresh and bold perspective on the AU scenario where Vader discovers her before Luke.

✦ divine comedy, multi-chapter wip by frodogenic, darth sidious & ghost!padmé amidala

Palpatine knows exactly how Padme Amidala died-trying to save her fool of a husband. What he can't understand is why she won't stop trying... Canon-compliant multi-chapter fic, spanning ROTS to ROTJ.

Padmé lives on a ghost, but only Palpatine can see her. Banger of a set up, and I love how this story is told from his perspective, slippery and odious; the cunning displayed by both as they make competing bets on Anakin’s fate.

✦ greater intrepidity than I could behold myself, orphaned oneshot, leia organa & darth vader

A towering, sinister shape in all black trudges into view. The sight of it is a confusing clash of associations as she and the creature try to identify it, an amalgamation of man-machine-beast. Its loud respiration cycles send chills down her spine. It is the center of the abnormality, she realizes.

In a dream that is also an allegory, Leia enters the mind of a red-eyed animal drawn by gnawing hunger into Vader’s presence. Sharp, visceral writing.

✦ heartstrings, completed multi-chapter genfic by severnlight, darth vader & leia organa 

Forced to deliver a mysterious message, Princess Leia suddenly finds herself on a quest to chase ephemera alongside Darth Vader. Things wouldn't be so bad if he only acted like himself.

Fantastical, atmospheric variation on the AU scenario where Leia’s parentage is revealed to Vader before their relationship is irretrievably soured on the Death Star. 

✦ in the deep and perfect dark, completed multi-chapter slashfic by qqueenofhades, darth vader/obi-wan kenobi

Obi-Wan considers cursing at it, or shouting at it, neither of which would do the least amount of good. Droids are nothing more than the reflection of their makers’ wishes and intentions; if this one has been designed to sit back and watch him suffer, that is not its fault but those who ordered it to do so. No machine can replicate the simple, spontaneous hatred and cruelty of an organic being ...

AU from the Kenobi show. I came to this by chance and am glad I took the plunge; there are scenes that continue to present themselves to me vividly weeks later, thanks to evocative writing.

✦ madhouse promenade, multi-chapter wip by husborth, darth vader/ghost!padmé amidala

In a bid to save his new apprentice's life, Darth Sidious siphoned the life force from Padmé Amidala, ultimately killing her. Ten years later, after finding out the truth, Darth Vader finds himself haunted by her ghost, and Padmé finds herself face-to-face with what her husband has become.

It's a thankless task to try and explain why this hits so hard, in multiple registers; the premise is gruesome, hilarious, the scene gothic-romantic and post-apocalyptic, the characters melancholy, bitter, unleashed, and cruel, somehow also at their best.

✦ more to me, and more in my mediations, multi-chapter wip by whetstonefires (Kieron_ODuibhir on AO3), darth vader & leia organa, darth vader & luke skywalker

The threads of life he’d felt slipping away were clutched fiercely now, as though for the first time since the Emperor’s death—for the first time in Luke’s lifetime possibly—his father had a reason to survive.

It's never explicitly established in ROTJ whether Vader picked up that Luke's sister was Leia or merely called the word, the feeling from his mind; this story launches from the premise that he was going to die in ignorance, and that learning Leia is his daughter gives him a reason to hold on, to actively atone. There's tremendous humor and sadness and discomfort here; Vader is at once pitiable and impossible to pity, and Leia's perspective gives room for many shades of ambivalence to fester and bloom.

✦ mythology, multi-story series by husborth, darth vader & leia organa, darth vader & luke skywalker, darth vader & obi-wan kenobi

In a universe where Darth Vader uncovered his lost twins and raised them in the heart of the Empire, Luke more-or-less accidentally instigates the most painful family reunion the galaxy has ever seen.

I'm desperate for this series to continue, for more of this particular Vader, this Leia, this Luke, and this Obi-Wan - all flawed, all hurting, all slowly beginning to heal.

✦ nameless, on the edge of nowhere, multi-chapter wip by ambivalent-cosmos (Taxonamie on AO3), darth vader & leia organa

Commander Luke Skywalker is MIA. Darth Vader is MIA. Rebel command has hopes, and they have fears, and the wrong ones will come true. Alone in a big bad galaxy, what will Anakin Skywalker do to find his son? Whatever he has to, including walk the razor's edge of tentative alliance with the Rebels who would be happy to spit on his corpse. Free from all Masters, can Anakin learn who he wants to be, at last?

Vader survives the second Death Star with no inkling that his daughter is Leia; separated from Luke during a hurried last-second escape, he ends up having to fend for himself, half-dead and without his suit, to the point of negotiating with the Alliance on his own. There's splendid tension here from the fact that Leia knows more than he does; even exposed as an invalid, on hunger strike, and at a knowledge disadvantage, Vader remains palpably dangerous, volatile, compelling.

✦ notes from the dark side of the moon, completed one-shot by amylion, darth vader & leia organa, darth vader & luke skywalker

When suddenly some of the rich and powerful of the galaxy begin to disappear and later turn up dead on a consistent basis, it worries both the Empire and the Alliance enough to open up an investigation. Only half-heartedly though, because there's also the matter of the war to distract them. That is, until Darth Vader disappears...

I love this set-up: Vader, deprived of his mask and further neutralized with Force binders, ends up shut up in a prison cell with Leia, and she can't begin to guess as to why.

✦ order carnivora, multi-chapter wip by husborth, darth vader & leia organa

In a universe where Leia is told the truth of her biological parentage as a child, she makes a deal to save the galaxy from certain destruction; she'll surrender herself to Vader if he'll destroy the Death Star. Between the galaxy and what he wants, there's only one choice Vader always makes.

Leia saves herself from torture on the Death Star by revealing her parentage to Vader - the trope feels fresh in this giddy, wild ride of a take. Vader is as insane, Leia as exasperated, foul-mouthed, and unpredictable as one might hope.

✦ red meat, short stories by husborth, darth vader & darth sidious

A collection of short stories about Darth Vader and the Emperor, and the absolute vile nonsense evil wizards do in their spare time.

It feels pointless to try and describe what is best experienced for oneself - the superlative character study, more wickedly imaginative and gloriously unhinged than anything the official canon-makers could even dream of producing. NB. - dead dove, do not eat

✦ the good he seeks, multi-chapter wip by husborth, darth vader & luke skywalker

After killing the Emperor, Darth Vader agreed to serve the fledgling New Republic and destroy the last true-believers of the Empire he had once helped create. But he's living on borrowed time.

Images from this story haunt my waking hours; husborth's command of language and gift for building scenes of ruin and devastation into which love and humor nevertheless shine - leave me speechless. One of my absolute favorites.

✦ this place loves what it eats, multi-chapter wip by roadtripexpert, darth vader & leia organa

What could be called but isn’t death, or Leia Organa doesn't kill the man formerly known as Anakin Skywalker.

Leia, not Palpatine, is the one who retrieves Vader from the banks of Mustafar, in this feverish, lyrical, astonishing time-travel AU.

✦ twin suns at the door of night, multi-chapter wip by achrmy, darth vader & leia organa, darth vader & luke skywalker

In the ruins of Polis Massa Medical Facility Vader finds the memory bank of a midwife droid, and within…multiple revelations. Luke Skywalker has a vision of Vader in an unimaginable state, engulfed in flames, hunted…and vulnerable. An alternate universe story, beginning from Darth Vader 2020 #5

AU of the ongoing comic series, set after Vader is brutally punished by the Emperor for failing to capture Luke at Bespin. Enjoyed this both as a commentary on the comic and as a standalone adventure story.

✦ wastelands, completed multi-chapter genfic by mistress_siana, ghost!darth vader & leia organa

When Leia’s ship crashes, she’s faced with a choice: die, or accept help from a Force ghost who used to be good at fixing things.

Vivid reimagining of the trope where Anakin's ghost helps Leia survive a crash. There's a toxic cloud, "pulsating green" on the horizon, that I've not been able to forget months after first reading this.

✦ white orchid, multi-chapter, multi-fic wip by husborth and whetstonefires (Kieron_ODuibhir on AO3), darth vader & leia organa

Emperor Palpatine dies unexpectedly a year before the Death Star would be deemed operational. His heir apparent, Darth Vader, startles the galaxy by passing up the throne, and then passing it on to the newly-elected Senator of Alderaan, Leia Organa, after the Force leads him to directly to her. The new Empress inherits a terrorized galaxy, a broken Empire to tear down from the inside, and the weirdest second-in-command anyone can imagine.

See also this glorious illustration by symeona. The story that got me to start reading here again, replete with ironies and delights like a murderous garden and a palace designed to be impassable.

#fic recs #darth vader #anakin skywalker #leia organa #genfic recs #long post

[skinslip]

A Note on Content: This story is about someone struggling with their generational trauma and depression, as such things of this nature are interwoven into almost every aspect of this story. Reader be warned.

I do not want critique on my sentence structure, I am deliberate in how I write. You are experiencing the world in a way someone with my kind of brain trauma might experience it. I am open to any other points of discussion.

The Rigors And Heft

By Valeria Voldensdatter

She was born a mad woman, mad as Mae, mad as Arla, mad as Lærke. Mad as all of them, maybe more. She lost count the number of times she lost her mind, lost down the rabbit hole with Alice, down the well with Sadako. Not many people wake up in an irrigation ditch at 11 years old with their pants around their ankles without going mad from time to time.

Regaining her sanity (as if), in the ruins of her life, shredded by her own hands, bloody boney things, hateful things. No excuse powerful enough to undo the curses cast from her own maddend hands. They say we hurt the ones we love the most and she was efficient.

Years of this cycle and Chance has run herself aground, a bloated whale corpse heart ready to burst with rot. Laying on this beach of a bed wracked by nightmare after nightmare, screaming awake on an air mattress with a leak, she wakes up every few hours and reinflates it in the dark of her room while the anxiety of her nightmares drains away.

She wakes when she dreams, she sleeps when she wakes, she stays up the whole night. She takes the little green and blue capsules when she starts to hallucinate at the edges of her vision. Hydroxyzine Pamoate to dull her mind and lull her to sleep, she's stockpiled more than a lethal dose, though she has never even thought of doing that, probably very painful anyway.

She rolls out of bed and onto the filthy carpet, half deflated bed like arms of a desperate lover who can't get enough. Stark angry noonday sun lancing through the crack in her beige lifeless curtains to ensure she is awake. The same drapery supplied with the apartment 10 years ago, never bothered to replace them either, apathy was her favorite interior decorator.

Just 24 hours prior she was in Kansas on the threshold of her aunt Arla's single wide mobile home, maroon and white corrugated aluminum shoebox similar to the one Chance grew up in. Two big windows on the front like doe eyes, a barren planter box, and a carport filled with dozens and dozens of 30 quart rubber bins.

The smell of the dead woman is thick in the air, she's wearing two masks and still has the urge to vomit, it's a smell that doesn't leave her for days. Not even the first dead body Chance has smelled, though her aunt was taken away 2 days ago, he stinking days old rot still clung to the air.

How does one begin to even go through a mad woman's hoarded possessions? A life of clutter accumulated in every nook and cranny, barely a walkable path though the trailer.

The hallway lined with National Geographic magazines from floor to ceiling, they have congealed from an unfixed leak, the soggy paper shape of a stack of magazines. There's even a perfect handprint in the paper wall where an EMT mistakenly put their hand.

The floor in the back bedroom squelches under foot and sags in the middle, a putrid smelling mattress with decomposing bits of her aunt's body, a shit river stain and a floor covered in never been clean clothes and half filled bags of trash.

One end of the room is a closet that dominates the wall, inside it is full of boxes, some collapsing, and others with odious stains on the corners. The dresser built into the wall had no drawers, in fact Chance couldn't even find them anywhere on the premises.

The other wall is a gaping hole where the fire department cut out the death trap horizontal slot windows, the type long out of style and only found on older models without any renovations. The hole is lined by cancerous pink cotton candy that Chance's intrusive thoughts keep telling her would be a good idea to eat.

Chance finds nothing in the house worth saving but she does spend a few hours i going through the tubs in the carport. She dug out a copy of Mysterious New England from 1971, a ratty later edition of Prometheus Rising by Robert Anton Wilson, a cat skull, some small glass bottles with cork stoppers, things her mom would call "witchy shit" oh and Dino Crisis for the Playstation, her crazy aunt contained multitudes.

She would be kinder to her aunt's memory if she hadn't been so cruel, her mad woman aunt who talked to the dead and heard their voices. Chance's kindness long lost because of a knife at her throat, a gun to her head, and the constant stream of verbal abuse that made it hard to function.

Now jetlagged Chance is on her bedroom floor, her clothes covered floor, just like her aunt and her grandma and her mother too. Everyone's mad in her family, a long line of mad women as far as she can remember. Chance and her mother are the first generation to never be committed but that isn't a very high bar to clear in these supposedly more enlightened times (yeah right).

Chance retrieves the pack of clove cigarettes from the pocket of her jeans on the floor, flips it open, retrieves a single clove wrapped in black paper, and places it between her lips still caked with last night's lipstick, a cheap black from the drugstore, a small cheap comfort she allows herself.

She lights the clove cigarette and takes a short, quick pull from it. The aroma hits her nose and she is immediately taken back to that first kiss, to the girl who smelled of patchouli and cloves, and left a taste in her mouth for the rest of her life, the kiss never forgotten, a soul moving kiss nobody had ever duplicated, almost against her will, the girl who smells like heaven or the closest she had ever been.

She remembers this kiss each time she smokes, the only reason she really smokes them anymore. Chance still won't let anyone else call her "baby" or "lover", those words belonged to her, the girl who hated her guts, the girl she hadn't seen in 20 years. Chance doubts the girl would even recognize that boygirl she kissed in high school.

#cw mental illness #cw death #short story #fiction

[mutantorchid]

so so perfect and fun seeing friends and others in this

thank u odious rot :)

[the-true-metal]

#cerebral rot #the true metal #death metal #Spotify

[originemesis]

Of course Sera would have never sanctioned a covert venture into the odious underbelly of pride's center city asphalt jungle for the sole purpose of finding and dispatching of some rancid demon scum playing dress-up with Adam's face. Not over a soulless piece of glass. No, no, let them make a prop out of his image. Let them make a joke out of his memory. Because now is the time to practice diplomacy. Right after the infernal filth has spit in the face of everything heaven stands for. After they've robbed her blind of her only place and purpose in this life. Now is the time to turn the other cheek.

Well, as it turns out, much of the newly appointed commander's capacity for giving a shit had died with Adam.

Tracking this ballsy fuck down hadn't been as great of a hassle as she had accounted for. Of course people are going to talk when the phantom of the man who'd terrorized their home for several centuries latches itself onto the same streets he'd painted red every new years eve.

After having tailed him through the city for the brunt of the evening she has found herself sat across from his LED lit visage, at the opposite side of a lengthy (and equally sticky) stretch of bar counter, observing him peck at a basket of something grease laden from underneath the hood of the voluminous cloak hiding her angelic features.

Ah, yes...yet another night in the rot pit known as hell spent half-sullen in some seedy dive bar after the show he was obligated to put on for the sake of a corporation that swore to him that the "v" as in Vees stood for the best thing ever-....though he was starting to question that after one too many dudes showed up on his doorstep thanks to that Grindr shit that Pinkie Pie made him and swore would rake him in piles of pussy. Maybe it was for the best though, he thought with the trio of space rocks hung in his chest like pills swallowed dry without a halo to holster them. Pussy always seemed to bring him trouble one way or another.

Hunched halfway over his paper tray of tendies and fries, he sighed, digging a talon in to spear a couple of fried spuds before coiling them up into his mouth display. A show was cathartic in a way, but it wouldn't distract him from the heavy feeling of being alone in a crowded room that smelled enough of questionable decisions and cum to make his skin itch under the hoodie he'd pulled on before traipsing out of the last gig directly in favor of finding somewhere to hole up for the night that wasn't with Mr. Mews for Views's arm snaked around his waist. Though it wasn't the best disguise, the mask being a trademark to his music making down in the shit slums, he'd pulled his hood up with its horn accommodating holes in the top and hunkered down at the far end of the bar to more or less stuff his face and watch two imps fight to give the bartender a blowie. Such had become the norm sight for him practically a year post-extermination that ended with him exterminated from heaven. Couldn't say he missed the meetings, but...he couldn't help but wonder what she was doing now? Clearly whatever it was involved being done with him since she'd stayed gone. Hadn't even made it out of the fiancé position before leaving him to drown in a ditch of his own blood- now that was some achievement, even for him.

It was only after another mouthful of misery-bound munching that he feels a twitch at the nape of his neck. Was someone...staring? Fallen angel or not, he still had his high degree of perception skills (mainly out of his usual wish of not having the other angels perceive him and his humanity displayed across his visage like a full-bodied scar) and it was clear to them that eyes of that not crowd-bound and rocking out were watching. When the screen of the phone Vox issued him lit up, he took the moment to try forget the fleeting feeling by flicking the face that popped up with his middle finger shortly before swiping at the screen to answer the call. "You seriously think I was in the bathroom this whole time? It's been like three hours, bruh- take a hint." He chirruped into the receiving end lying flat in an open talon and held unenthusiastically near his open-mouthed chewing, content for the moment. "I already got food. Can't hear me eating it? No... nuh-uh. Mmh..." Lips purse after he slides a glowing yellow tongue over them, and he flicks the phone again... for fun.

"Your download is past due again, Adam. And ANOTHER thing-...wait why's there an echo? Did you put me on speaker? Stop that."

Snort. "Oh no...krrzzzt...you're krzt! Krzzzzzt- breaking up! Krrrrzzzttttt!!"

"I'll break you up, you son of a bitch- get your ass back to home base NOW, or I will send out a search party-"

Click. One flick was all it took to quiet that mess down. Great, now he got to deal with the goonies. "Total Karen."

#//oh boy he's fucked #verse ; // dead on arrival #kugel-bitch #suggestive cw #nsft cw

[sewercentipede]

odious_rot

#armor #odious_rot #odious rot #up

[attano]

#7 — noisome.

trigger warnings: gore, technically. it's going to get weird. part 2 of the first prompt, envoy.

Apathy and hatred—Solkansa's two constant companions during her trials on the First. As good as a companion the Exarch had tried to be, the void that fills her is malms wide and deeper still. Since Zenos' neck was severed to the bone, so too was her joy—how else was she to feel, having had the other half of her soul ripped from her? To meet someone—the first person ever—to see her for who she is, what she is, and then choose the edge of a blade instead of a life of revelry. A rare and searing pain.

And to then be stuck with people who hate you to save a world you do not care for. Little wonder that she is pained.

Even now, as she offers to ferry the Scions' souls back from the First—not by choice—she moves as if within a thick fog. When Krile asks her how they are faring, once she's returned to the Rising Stones, Solkansa considers not even deigning to respond.

She doesn't get the chance.

Before she would have been able to open her mouth, a panicked Miqo'te woman bursts through the doors carrying an ornate box under her arm.

"Package delivery." She holds it at arm's length, breathing heavily though a scarf pulled tight in an effort to create a makeshift mask. It's a pretty, handcrafted thing, with obsidian and gold, but she carries it like a cursed object. When, after a few moments, no one moves to retrieve it, she says in a small voice, "please take it."

Tataru and Krile exchange a glance. "May I ask who sent it?" says Tataru.

The Miqo'te shakes her head vigorously. "I don't know. I don't know. It's just—it's for the Scions. Please—please let me get rid of it."

"Well," says Tataru, her voice dripping with hesitance. "All right."

A waterfall of thanks pours out of the Miqo'te's mouth as she approaches to take it, but before it can exchange hands, Tataru recoils.

"Ugh!" She slaps both hands over her nose. "What is that smell?"

"I know, that's why I—," The Miqo'te seems to swallow a retch. "Don't make me say it, please. Don't...,"

Solkansa sighs a leaden sigh. It seems even the trivial task of accepting a package must be dropped onto her overburdened shoulders. Silently, she walks forward and snatches the box out of the Miqo'te's hands, who stammers thanks and runs back out the door.

The odious stench hits her nose, and she recognizes it immediately. Rotting flesh. Her eye narrows. A threat? She checks the note and inhales sharply at its three words.

'To my friend.'

Could it be...?

With trembling fingers, she opens it. A single, decaying finger sits daintily atop a folded letter, from which the reek stems. A perfect piece of putrid flesh—she smiles at the thought of Zenos butchering a body. She picks it up as it were a precious gem. Dare she let herself believe it is actually from him, and not an imitator...?

Quickly, she sets it down to read the letter beneath.

My dearest friend,

It is my greatest joy to send notice of my return to my own flesh. Loathe have I been to keep you waiting—I assure you each moment is as torturous for you as it is for me. In an effort to show the depths of my gratitude for your patience, I have enclosed a gift that I hope is as precious as I believe it is: my father's left index finger, butchered by my own hand. You were right when you told me patricide is among the greatest thrills.

My deepest apologies for my absence in the delivery; much work must be done in preparation for next we meet.

Your dearest enemy,

Zenos yae Galvus

Solkansa's blood sings. She feels lighter than she ever has; a warmth surges through every limb, pours out each pore. She's never smiled so hard her face hurts, and yet she finds herself doing it now. Fury, her eyes even sting with joyful tears.

"Solkansa," hazards Krile from behind her. "What is it?"

She turns, and her expression must be truly horrifying, for both of them seem taken aback. With her golden eye shining and a grin no one else has ever seen, she says, "He's alive. Zenos is alive."

#ffxivwrite2023 #wolzenos #normal couple.

[blastbeatdbeat]

#cerebral rot #odious descent into decay #death metal

[pennzance]

"Your idiocy is truly astounding. I mean it, I have never in all of my years been confronted with someone who's capacity to small-mindedly twist like a snake to find the small gaps in between good, safe, sound logic and act so totally against its own interests has ever left me so agog. It isn't enough that you have been charged with multiple crimes, that the amount of evidence against you is so amazingly well detailed, meticulously cataloged and bountiful, or that you seem to go through lawyers at a rate that would astonish the NRA were you some sort of firearm. It isn't enough that your childish and very public antics have landed you before not one, not two, but three other courts BEFORE you were compelled by lawful indictment to appear before me, as if I were the most unlucky port available in a storm of literal feces that you yourself have set in motion. It isn't enough that your CURRENT counsel, whom I am intimately familiar with and have spoken at length about their degenerecy in the past on the record at every opportunity available to me and find myself excited at the chance to do so again, looks almost the paragon of virtue when standing in the same room as your odious form. It isn't even enough that in the time since this court was called to order, your demeanor and facial expressions betray you to be a man who frankly seems to believe that none of this matters and you will somehow prevail both here and in the court of public opinion, which assure you is such a far cry from possible in the reality I inhabit as to be a laughable notion that would aid you well in any insanity plea you may choose to file. No, none of that is enough. Because on top of it all, I know that whatever provisions for your release I may set down today, you will have violated them within the hour, and seeking monetary penalties for these assure infractions will not somehow bother you at all because your poor, susceptible and thoroughly duped fans will trip over themselves to help you pay your legal fees. So I shall make this quick, if only for fear that your particular style of brain rotting stupidity is infectious, and I wish to spare even the defense counsel of such an ignominious, embarassing fate."

"Your honor, that may be the nicest thing you've ever said about me."

"Defense counsel is advised to keep his big mouth shut for the rest of the arraignment."

"Yes, your honor."

#writing prompt #dialogue prompt #i think this judge and this lawyer used to be married #Maybe they still are?

[ronaldmcdonaldofficial]

I do not love Ronald so purely as you see here. Nor do I hate him. But my hatred for who he is, what he stands for, the odious, unpleasant, scorching yellow and red combination chosen to "make you hungry" which taints his foolish smile. That, that I hate. I hate the perversion he is, an icon of what has been done to take your whimsy from you. What has been done to ensure your children are not free. The corpos want your children to eat, sleep, and breathe their brand, to take the happiness from them. Ronald stands for all of it, the love they seek to replace with an image, the diglycerides, triglycerides, nitrates and nitrites that fill the poisonous, burnt milk of mother McDonald's breast, which they seek to nurse your babes on. If Ronald is Ozymandias, king of kings, I yearn to be the lone wanderer who peers upon his trunkless legs of stone, his shattered visage, lying in nothing but the fields which would have been sand had he won. I hope to erase the power he holds, so that those corpo pricks, their children, and those childrens' grandchildren remember me, even when I am nothing but rot under the whitewashed canvas of their money. No, I do not hate Ronald, but he is a casualty of a war which must be fought, a rising wave which must be ridden at all costs, and on which the world must surf to prevent our destruction.

#ronald mcdonald #not mcdonalds #clowncore

[killajust]

Okay bc I can't shut up I'll write about my opinion on every ship on that poll/their eligibility. Under the cut naturally

Dazai Osamu/Nakahara Chuuya or skk or whatever: one of my friends hates them so they deserve to be here

Crowley/Aziraphale: agree on the overexposure level of annoying but aside from that they seem like a cute couple. however i think the fans were largely unbearable and there was problems with antisemitism

Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson: nothing wrong with it but definitely inescapable and super fucking annoying, sorry. i'd have no objection to it being canon but people just went way too crazy for it and now idk.

Reylo: absolutely deserves the win

Star Butterfly/Marco Diaz: this shit was fucking messy. the creators handled it terribly. from what little i know. it can stay

Spamton/Jevil: it can stay only because spamton is annoying as fuck (as was the plan surely) not bc of him even but bc of everyone else (as was the plan surely)

Harrier Du Bois/Kim Kitsuragi: yes theyre drawn a lot (and its always good) and im sure people meowmeowify them and do whatever but overwhelmingly their content is super good and they deserve to be annoying and everywhere. booing them offstage for this poll. theyre good

Herbert West/Daniel Cain: havent watched reanimator but im sure they deserve each other. it can stay just bc as i say later i think horror movie shipping is widely bizarre as fuck and kind of dumb (there are exceptions)

Catra/Adora: never watched SPOP and am curious how they ended up together from how odious catra seemed from the start. probably deserves a spot

Akira Kurusu/Goro Akechi: tHIS is the one i want to win for super petty reasons (the name of the ship) but i know realistically it won't. it can stay though simply because of that

Lapis/Peridot: yeah they can stay. SU teased so much shit with ships and then didn't do a damn thing with em. not that they have to but it was annoying

Tenth Doctor/Rose Tyler: I KNOW WHO SUBMITTED THIS and idk if i just missed the blast radius but during superwholock dr who barely grazed me. so i don't have an opinion! they seem like a sweet couple idk if they should be here though i am sure outside of my bubble they're annoying due to being everywhere

Cole Cassidy/Hanzo Shimada: there are worse ships for hanzo. also they're both kinda hot together. feel like i should give them a pass to leave

Takami Keigo/Todoroki Enji: idk about bnha but if that's todorokis dad then he deserves the chair. they can stay here and rot

Beauregard Lionett/Jester Lavorre: i know nothing about critrole but beauyasha appeals more. based on that they can stay bc its fun to be a hater (not really. idk what im saying here) jk they should go bc jester is cute. shin has educated me on who they actually are

Raiden Ei/Yae Miko: i don't know/like genshin much but i think eriko likes them so get them off this poll immediately

Katsuki Bakugou/Izuku Midoriya: absolutely deserves to make it to semifinals at LEAST holy shit bakudeku sucks. and i dont even go to bnha like even a little. dont even know what deku sounds like

Jack Hakrness/Ianto Jones: never watched torchwood. if they had chemistry i am sure people went wild for them and became overbearing though lol but itll never be destiel

Marisa Kirisame/Reimu Hakurei: reimari rules what the fuck is this doing here. HOWEVER someone i follow had to delete all their reimari stuff so maybe touhou fandom just sucks shit so... maybe. i dunno

Rhys Strongfork/Handsome Jack: yeah this one can stay

Kaname Madoka/ Homura Akemi: after rebellion i guess it's sucks but i really like the premise ): don't feel like it should be here

Alhaithem/Kaveh: idk who they are but as i say further down they're not the most popular genshin ship i know of

Ryuki Kuruto/Date Kaname: don't know these people from adam. no opinion

Ethan Winters/Chris Redfield: dont know anything about RE but if its a case of 'two conventionally attractive guys in the same game' then im sure it is annoying at least a little. still i feel like maybe its just average

Hunter/Willow Park: i know a loooot of people hate this one bc they've seen it so much so i guess it deserves a spot if the people have spoken

Childe/Zhongli: genshin is inescapable. mr electric send them to hell!!!!!! no in all seriousness this one isn't the one i've seen the most of (i say while fully being aware i can't tell anyone in genshin apart)

John Watson/ Sherlock Holmes: I WAS A JOHNLOCK BACK IN THE DAY LMAOOO i hope they make it to semifinals at least

Dimple/Arataka Reigen: THE GREEN THING??/ THATS A SHIP?? FJDJJ

Ashfur/Scourge: never read warriors but the mere thought of shipping cats like just straight up cats who walk on all fours is so funny to me

Zuko/Katara: zutara is cute on like the surface but many indigenous people have pointed out their discomfort and the issues with it and people WERE super annoying about it. theyre better as lifelong pals. it can stay

Nico Yazawa/Maki Nishikino: never heard of them in my life

Dean Winchester/Castiel: they should win second place to reylo

Sasuke Uchiha/Sakura Haruno: yeah

Vriska Serket/Terezi Pyrope: they actually ended up being really cute and i dont hear much about them. not sure they should be here

Benry/Gordon Freeman: ooh im so fucking sick of bendon. hope this one gets far (petty) as fond as i am now of shitty dynamics like that it's just a dumbass step too far. deserves a spot for sure imo

Keith Kogane/Lance Mcclain: its better than sheith (has never watched vld) but should probably still be here

Kazuhira Miller/Revolver Ocelot: everyone in mgs is funny please leave them alone

Jotaro Kujo/Noriaki Kakyoin: kakyoin did you lay this egg

Dave Strider/Karkat Vantas: hell no i love davekat get it OUT of here (i say knowing full well it probably qualifies in some way)

Sonic the Hedgehog/Shadow the Hedgehog: shipping sonic characters seems kinda weird to me overall but like idk it sounds like a funny ship. not sure how bad it is.

Mako/Korra: shippers of this were absolutely trash to korrasami. earned spot

The Onceler/The Onceler: GOD yeah on principle this deserves a fucking spot. on concept alone. speaking of that where's like sans on here

Lavernius Tucker/Agent Washington: never watched it. havent seen it around in years. doesnt seem relevant enough to be here

Chris Hartley/Josh Washington: this shouldnt be here it like barely makes a splash unless you look???? get it out of here i am sure anything from dbd qualifies 300 times as much

Piers/Raihan: people are just annoying about any m/m ship tbh. no strong opinion

Natsuki/Yuri: this is a good ship. one i haven't seen much content for. not sure it should be here i think they just wanted to fill a yuri quota.

Greg House/James Wilson: LOL yeah let them stay simply bc its funny

Callie Torres/Arizona Robbins: i dont remember much about greys but i think callie deserves to be happy. let them go in peace

Kazuma Kiryu/Goro Majima: no theyre married this shouldnt be here its the best dynamic theyre exempt from criticism

Light Yagami/Misa Amane: PEOPLE ACTUALLY SHIP THIS??? how is this here??? objectively yeah it sucks but how is it here???????

Chell/GLaDOS: chelldos rules and shouldn't be here

Adam Faulkner-Stanheight/Lawrence Gordon: shipping in horror movies has always been fucking bizarre to me. sorry. maybe it deserves a spot (this is how you can tell i filled these in out of order)

Tom Wambsgans/Greg Hirsch: fully thought these were MCYT dudes before i saw 'succession'. people are annoying about succession and idek a single thing about it. it can stay

Ryo Asuka/Akira Fudo: never watched devilman but from what i remember of the ryo dude maybe they do deserve to be here

Yami Yugi/Seto Kaiba: if by yami yugi you mean full on atem then fuck you theres like barely any content and it's so real. shouldnt be here bc it fits no criteria

Qrow Branwen/James Ironwood: never got that far in rwby so have no opinion.

Batman/The Joker: superbat is better. it can stay

Getou Suguru/Satoru Gojo: are these the two that look like songxiao? they should be safe just bc of that and shouldnt win

Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski: if its some bad teen/adult age gap its shit by default and also apparently really weird queerbaiting or something too

Iki Hiyori/Yukine: never heard of them in my life but if theyre lesbians they can be as bad as they want

Jayce/Viktor: sorry gonna be controversial here but i tend to drop a ship if in the series they're shown to be into other people. i was on board for a bit but mel is SUPER hot and jayce was like 'youre like a brother to me (:' and sorry but that kills my enjoyment of ships like immediately. maybe i cling to canon too much but like 'as a brother' has always steered me away from stuff. idk if they should be here but i do wish they were a little less popular. im sure i will be waterboarded for this and told 'thats just the writers trying to sink a ship!!' or whatever but like leave me alone i dont know

Hannibal Lector/Will Graham: theyre funny. they can stay but because theyre the worst affectionately

Dirk Strider/Jake English: dirkjake is soooo fucking mid it deserves a spot

Ash/Serena: who is serena again? ash is like perpetually 10 anyways right so i wouldnt wanna get so passionate about something involving kids holding hands

personally if genshin was gonna be here on terms of being super annoying from what little i know of it it shouldve been kaeluc. also SO many mxtx ships and yet none were even available LMAO i can say 3 off the top of my head that are everywhere and aren't problematic... anyways chicken salad should be here. (redacted) too but in a more affectionate, genuine way. sadly its super problematic so it cant make the cut. tbh im shocked theres no star trek on here either maybe i just follow a lot of trekkies

i follow a diverse group of bloggers who talk about all these different things and some of these have not shown up even once, which means they're not nearly as annoying as being on the poll would lead you to believe. i have a good sample size and if i've never heard of your ship, it shouldn't qualify.

#also holy shit where is breaking bad