#on the one hand as an mlm I know better than to expect any canon mlm rep in a show

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Hello, Goodbye, It Was Nice To Know You

Ostello's death fic. Put under a cut for length.

Warnings: Gay, Slash, Yaoi, MLM, M/M, AU - Canon Divergent, Intersex Valentino, Briefly Mentioned Smut, Murder, Death, Angels & Demons, Blood, Cheating Mention, Weapon, Blade, OC: Ostello, Overlord OC

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“Hey, Baby!” Ostello's voice was as rich and filled with love as it always was as he closed the front door to their penthouse behind him. Just like he did every day, he strolled in the door precisely fifteen minutes after seven. Just like he did every day, he made a beeline for his wife, finding Valentino in one of his usual haunts in the house. Pulling him into the same giddy kiss he'd been given every day for the last eight years, Ostello twirled the taller Sinner as per usual.

“Mmm, good evening,” Valentino's worn-out reply was tight, clipped in a way that showed his agitation. He was tired. Tired of routine, tired of feeling stagnant, tired of Ostello and the monotony of their marriage.

If only he had found out about his husband's biggest, best-kept secret. It just might have saved his life.

“How was your day, Beautiful?” The badger asked as he dipped his lover in his arms for another kiss. It was with all of the barely-there restraint Valentino scraped off of the bottom of his skull that he didn't let his eyes roll out of his head.

“You know how it is,” The same shit on a different day. 

He was so... Tired.

“Can I make it any better?”

No.

“What did you have in mind, Hot Shot?”

“I think we could both use a little TLC.” Ostello's promise stood stories above the actual act he was initiating, and Valentino knew this routine well. Ostello would kiss him to his back on the bed and they would rock and grunt for a few minutes. It would be tender in a way that turned his stomach, gentle in ways he didn't want. Everything about it would make him pray for someone else to show up, for a different partner to liven up his life. He would wait for tomorrow with bated breath, for his devoted but lackluster husband to leave so he could invite someone to bed that knew what they were doing.

As expected, he spent the next half hour on his back, only managing an orgasm by sheer power of will. The badger worked himself up until he finally came deep inside his lover, whose hand on his own cock was the only thing helping him maintain his erection. A few more pumps and he was spent, but not so much sated. His libido was an ancient and terrible curse, and one man with one position had never and would never mean more than a drop in a bathtub of his unbridled lust.

Valentino got up when Ostello lay panting beside him, filled with his warm fuzzies and seemingly having no idea of his wife's utter and complete boredom. Valentino wrapped himself in his silky red robe trimmed in feathers, slid his feet into his fuzzy, three-inch heeled house slippers, and went to the bathroom. As he did every night, he took in the dissatisfied expression he fed himself in the mirror with disdain.

Sinners could only be killed by a holy weapon, but Ostello and his damned routine were worse than a second death.

Truthfully, Valentino didn't hate the man. He was afforded a glamorous existence, he was married to a successful musician, and he had countless love songs written for him that had topped charts one on top of the other. Valentino couldn't have been more famous in Hell if he'd tried!

But he didn't want to live in the shadow of a man that couldn't satisfy him. If he had to eke out a meager existence, then he would do so on his own terms. Living in infamy would be better than slaving himself to this monotony.

As he plucked his false eyelashes from his eyelids, he knew what he was going to do. There was no questioning it, no talking himself down from it, now. Tonight was the night.

Tonight, it was finally time to reap what he'd sown eight years ago by marrying this idiot. It had never been about love for Valentino. His marriage to Ostello had been one of convenience, one that served a grander purpose in his escalation to the top. It was little more than a hesitant step in the right direction. When it came right down to it, he didn't know why he'd put up with this for so damn long. All he could think about these days was what lay ahead of him when Ostello was dead and buried.

The same couldn't be said for Ostello. He had become instantly infatuated with Valentino upon meeting him. Like a man possessed, he sought the moth's attention, his happiness, and finally his hand in marriage. Valentino's acceptance had been the highlight of his entire existence, both alive and dead.

There would never be anything else that would top that moment for him. Nothing except waking up every morning to see his beautiful wife lying in bed with him, lips slightly parted in his sleep. Seeing him light up for his many, many expensive gifts, or watching the light in his eyes when he was given another public serenading.

Most of the Pride ring, Valentino thought, must be as tired of it as he was. Ostello was a man filled with passion, but his passions vented in ways Valentino didn't see himself entertaining for the rest of his afterlife. He couldn't do it anymore. There was nothing left for Ostello.

Tonight was the night.

Tonight, he'd be free.

His whole world would begin to come together in one fell swoop of the holy spearhead he'd smuggled out of his husband's weapons dealing hoard. Usually, Ostello kept the angelic weaponry under lock and key, but if anyone could gain access to these things, it was Valentino. He could do no wrong in the eyes of his thoroughly bewitched husband, and he would continue to do no wrong until he had ascended the stairway to Godhood.

Ostello was always a sleepy thing once they were finished. He had a habit of taking a short nap after he came, which usually gave Valentino time to shower. While the thought of doing it while the badger slept peacefully in their marital bed was one that glanced off of his brain, he decided against it quickly. He wanted to see the betrayed look, the sheer terror in Ostello's eyes as the one he loved plunged a blade deep into his chest. All he wanted, now, was a good chance to catch the badger off-guard.

It wouldn't be hard when he woke up, lazy and slow in the evening light from the pentagram shining through the window. He wouldn't be surprised to find Ostello admiring it from where he lay. The man could wax poetic about anything at all at the drop of a hat, and Valentino didn't doubt that he'd find something to say about it that he'd said a million times before. Ostello was a creature of habit.

Aside from his vices, Valentino hated settling into a habit. He wanted excitement, panache, passion, and a desperate yearning for new things, experiences, people, and places. This marriage had been doomed from the start, and every boring, bedroom lovemaking session was another nail in the badger's coffin.

Valentino left the bathroom after he had cleaned himself up, strutting in his robe and heels to where he'd stashed his weapon. He'd been planning this for some weeks now, and the time had finally come. Tonight was the culmination of his boredom with his routine, and tomorrow would come the spoils of his war with monotony.

When Ostello woke, dazed and still reeling from the sensation of getting to be with his wife, Valentino lay out on the bed beside him. The lingerie he wore was white and insanely detailed with embroidery and stitching that made him look like royalty. There was a tuille half-skirt around his hips, and down his thighs stretched a pair of black fishnets. 

“You look beautiful, Pidge.” The badger purred, his smile tender and his gaze soft, “Any special occasion?”

“Yeah, actually.” Valentino nodded, slowly sliding up onto Ostello's hips and leaning down to kiss him. His upper left hand slipped beneath the pillow and he grabbed the weapon, wrapping his fingers tightly around what he would call the hilt. The staff was missing, leaving behind only the metal that held it together, but that was fine. He could handle holding it as long as he didn't cut himself.

“What's the—” Ostello didn't get to finish his sentence. Another kiss distracted him, and then he was met with the intense burn of something plunged between his ribs on the right side. It jerked in deeper and he gagged on dark, bubbling blood that pooled in his mouth. It dripped down the side of his face, and he gazed up at Valentino with shock and horror in his eyes.

“...didn't h-hafta... End li'this.” He barely managed to cough out the words before a blinding white light filled the room. Valentino hadn't been prepared, squeezing his eyes shut against its influence, hoping not to be too entranced. Bright lights always called to him in ways he couldn't explain, being a moth.

After a moment, he felt Ostello's muscled body drop away from him, and he sat in a pile of ash that had been his now ex-husband just seconds prior. 

So, this was what freedom tasted like. He breathed deep, the heavy scent of burned flesh and fur still in the air. Acrid and disgusting as it was, it marked a new chapter in his life.

With Ostello dead and gone, Valentino was finally free to do as he pleased, to do whoever he pleased. This newfound lease on his afterlife was going to be just the thing that he needed to lift himself not only out of the dumps but into high society. The death of an Overlord heralded a new one rising in his place. All would come to fear and respect his name in due time. 

After all, there wasn't a more important Sinner in Hell than Valentino. Nobody else compared to his stunning beauty, his deceitful ways, his wicked mind, and his starvation for more. Always, always more. Too much would never be enough. His hunger for everything would never be quenched, like his sexual appetite. In all things, he was a greedy, cruel thing who thought little of the lives, wants, and needs of others.

Now, all he had to do was continue his plan. Arkadious would be his next victim, he'd already decided. After him, Mournique would fall, and then Gerouda, before he hit his magnum opus. Vox, and then Alastor, would fall to his hand just as the rest would, and his hostile takeover of Pentagram City would be complete until he required the next big thing to keep himself entertained. 

For now, though, he would rest. Moving on autopilot as he contemplated his new existence, he changed the sheets on the bed himself for once. Humming one of Ostello's songs written just for him, he smoothed out the fresh silken sheets and smiled. Free. He was finally, unequivocally, and happily free. Never again would he fall victim to something so dangerously boring as a routine. He was wild, he was spontaneous, and he was, above all else, free.

#MY WRITING ➽➽➽ #HEADCANONS ➽➽➽ #I Love You Oh So Madly But I Don’t Stand A Ghost Of A Chance With You (σѕтєℓℓσ) #And If You Get In My Face Then You’ll Get A Taste Even God Would Run Son (ναℓєитιиσ) #You’ll Fall Down A Hole That’s The One Place In This World That We Both Know (Valentino 💔 Ostello)

[writteninsunshine]

Paradise Lost - Fizzarolli/Asmodeus - SFWish

Title: Paradise Lost

Author: Keith

Fandom: Helluva Boss

Setting: Ozzie’s

Pairing: Fizzarolli/Asmodeus | Ozzie

Characters: Fizzarolli, Asmodeus | Ozzie

Genre: Drama/Romance/Hurt/(no)Comfort

Rating: T

Chapters: 1/1

Word Count: 1426

Type Of Work: One-Shot, Day 14 - Of 30 Days Of Fizzarozzie

Status: Complete

Warnings: Gay, Slash, Yaoi, MLM, Set Directly After Ozzie’s, Moxxie/Millie Mention, Moxxie Mention, Millie Mention, Blitzo Mention, Original Male Character(s) Mention, Hurt/No Comfort, Blood, Injury, I Took Some Liberties With Fizzarolli’s Injuries, I Also Took Some Liberties With The Layout Of Ozzie’s But That Isn’t News, Nausea, Hemophobia, Hemophobia Mention, Established Relationship

Disclaimer: I don’t own anything except Brick.

Summary: This time, he couldn't place the blame on Blitzo, even if he kind of wanted to.

AN: Hey guys, it’s me again! Just thought I ought to say, if you want vague updates and to talk to me more, I have a Helluva Boss Tumblr, too! Twitter is Sunshinecackle, and Tumblr is Gimme-A-Thrust! I also have a writing Discord that is currently pretty dead. xD If you want it, please contact me on Tumblr/Twitter!

Okay, so, this one is a little bit more canon-compliant than most of my fics, I think. More or less. Though it is definitely a bit bloodier than the episode, I figured that it would work out. I wanted more blood, I guess? Regardless, I got this one done early, too, which gives me a chance to work on something else for a bit. I keep pecking at other things when I’m not running too late on the next prompt.

Requests on Gimme-A-Thrust, and the Dark & Cozy fest fic I have are the main focus but I’ve had to rework the D&C fic several times, now. Hopefully I can get something that sticks.

30 Days Of Fizzarozzie Fic Masterlist

Paradise Lost

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“Yeah, well, you don’t have to be a giant dick about it.” Fizzarolli snarled under his breath, crossing his arms tighter over his chest as he kept his flat stare focused on the wall across from him. Ozzie’s lips were drawn in a thin line, his eyes cut into sharp slits as he dabbed at the dried blood running retired, orange-brown trails from Olli’s nose down his cheek. His shirt had been tossed to the side already, forgotten after it left him gagging with the blood on it. Ozzie didn’t want him to throw up.

“Can’t help it,” Asmodeus offered as he wiped a little harder at the other’s chin with the wet rag in his hand, making an attempt at his usual bright smile that didn’t quite land, “Giant demon, giant dick. I thought you liked that about me.”

Growling, the imp chittered as his teeth clattered together in a clear warning, and Ozzie rolled his eyes.

“You know, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were mad at me, not those little bitches that did this to you.” While it was meant to be a simple, unbiased observation, Fizzarolli’s rotten mood tinted his words and the King just about lost his thumb when it swiped over his bottom lip. Yanking his hand back with a surprised yelp, he gaped at his new wound, his glove soon blooming red. Holding it so that Fizzarolli wouldn’t see the blood, he furrowed his brows.

Yeah, that much he expected as soon as he was bitten. Those teeth were clearly meant to render flesh from bone, but he’d never found himself in a situation like this. Bleeding from a bite that his lover gave him? A perfectly normal thing that one didn’t have to be Stolas in order to foresee. To be bitten in the first place?

Sure, yeah, no, those teeth hurt because of course, they did, but what stung, maybe even ripped into him sharper, was the sudden aggression on his little lover’s end. Fizzarolli’s arms tightened over his chest, wrapping around his back and over again until his torso was a coil of black, ribbed metal. A firm pout was affixed to his lips, and he either wouldn’t or couldn’t look at Ozzie, his eyes intensely focused on the wall to the left of his head. The room was dimly lit, the slowly cycling blue to purple to pink neon lights too bright for the sharp pain behind his eyes, and he finally closed his eyes.

Sitting in silence for a long moment, Ozzie just gawked at Olli, his eyes dropping to his thumb and lifting again to take in his lover’s displeased, squinty-eyed scowl. Well, if he didn’t want his help, then there wasn't anything that he could really do about it, right?

“Alright, Olli Baby.” His voice was quiet, muted in a way that made the imp’s nose wrinkle up, and Ozzie held his hands out in a placating gesture before dropping the injured one at his side. Thrusting his shoulders forward, Ozzie rocked a few times to put himself back on his feet, and he packed up what was left of the medical supplies Brick had given him, “You want me back, you know where to find me.”

Fizzarolli’s head whipped around so fast his neck cracked, and he blinked a couple of times in rapid succession as he watched Ozzie sashay to the door. For a few seconds, he was torn between saying something and letting him go, and his hands twitched against his own arms. Eyes following him until he’d left the room, he listened for the other’s footsteps going down the stairs to the floor. A minute passed by, then two, then five, and Fizzarolli felt cold, alone, and stupidly irritated. 

Irritated with the silence, irritated with those imps, irritated by Blitzo, irritated with himself…

Finally unraveling his arms from himself, he took the wet rag in his hand and kept wiping his face, notably rougher than Ozzie had been. Scrubbing at the dried blood felt better than acknowledging what he’d done because for a few minutes he just wanted to think less. Ozzie hadn’t done anything wrong, not really, but his head was pounding and he hadn’t really wanted to be fussed at or over. When it came down to it, he didn’t want to be pitied. Maybe that came from his background, but he’d been more and more offended the more he thought about it.

After Moxxie and his bitch (her name was lost to the annals of time, because fuck her, seriously) had left the club, Ozzie had been nothing but kind to him. Too kind, Fizzarolli’s pride reminded him again as he drug the soft fabric under his nose, flinching. Don’t look down, he encouraged himself, Don’t. Fucking. Do. It.

Not that he’d be able to keep his eyes off of the rag forever.

Hanging his legs over the edge of the desk, he let his feet just drop to the floor, only following them once they were secure. The tile nearly glowed, a dark blue with pale yellow grout reflecting the strip of light sunken into the wall near the ceiling, and he squinted as he crossed it. Rubbing the side of his head, he reached back with one arm to snag his ice pack off of the table as he rounded the large, white leather couch. Stepping straight up to the one-way mirror that made up the wall facing the main room of the club with the best vantage point in the place other than Ozzie’s balcony, he sighed.

Placing his free hand against the glass as he pressed the ice against his injury, he frowned as his eyes teared up a little bit. Sure, he’d been feeling pretty sour at first, only to end up acidic before he’d chased his lover out the damn door of his own damned establishment. That wasn’t a good look. Ozzie wouldn’t hold it against him, he didn’t think, but he didn’t quite know for sure, either. Their fights were few and far between, and for Ozzie to just duck out like that? It left him uneasy as he watched the elder flouncing towards the back of the club where the kitchen was with Brick, no doubt leaving the club through the large doors in the back. Whatever they were talking about looked serious, but he couldn’t read their lips from here, not from this angle.

Glancing back at the desk, he sucked in a deep breath, taking the space between the window, over the coffee table, and to the couch with two exaggerated strides. Curling up into a ball against the corner of the soft, malleable sofa, he sniffled a little bit, extending his arm once more to swipe his phone from the thick, heavy wooden escritoire. In under a minute, he unlocked his phone only to lock it again and repeat the motion because now it was the principle of the thing.

Ozzie would probably expect him to wait, to take some time to blow off steam, and ‘some time’ was definitely not ‘eight and a half minutes.’ Fizzarolli was miserable, from his aching head and bloody nose to the consequences of his own actions. He hadn’t meant to snap, but he was in pain, and he wasn’t thinking clearly. That didn’t mean that running down the stairs and leaping on the King of Lust’s back to beg him not to leave him at the club all night was the best course of action, here.

Most likely his lover was upset with him, too. Just because he was already ready to apologize already didn’t mean that Ozzie was ready to hear it. 

Pinching his phone between his thumb and forefinger, he dropped it on the other side of the large divan, hiding his face in his knees. Tears. Crying. He was crying, and some part of him was begging to stop. You know better. This probably made him disgusting on top of being the asshole here, and he couldn’t stomach it. That only seemed to make him sob more, though he tried his best to stave it off if only for the sake of his head. 

He didn’t know how long he’d sat there, or when he’d dozed off, but he had barely moved his face from his knees by the time the door to the office opened again. Too tired to even lift his head, he didn’t bother scenting the air or saying anything, just waiting for the other shoe to drop.

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AN: Ope, that sure did happen, huh? I kind of like the idea that they’re at least a little co-dependent, they don’t like being without one another for a lot of reasons. I had so much fun on this one, honestly, I loved working on it. It wasn’t as long as the last two days were, but longer than I thought it would be. And look, one of the few fics that I have them in that didn’t turn into smut at least a little bit! I think that’s pretty rare, actually.

Prompt: 30 Days Of Fizzarozzie Day 14 - Arguing/Fighting

#Helluva Boss Fanfiic #Helluva Boss Fanfic #Fizzarozzie #Fizzmodeus #Helluva Boss Fizzarozzie #Helluva Boss Fizzmodeus

[yasidechickmay]

So we’re all in agreement that if neither Matchablossom or Renga end up being canon that SK8 is the biggest queerbait to ever bait queers, yeah?

#like #I will die on this hill #if nobody kisses anybody else in this fuckin show I will riot #Sk8 the infinity #SK8 #kyan reki #hasegawa langa #SNOW #renga #nanjo kojiro #JOE #sakurayashiki kaoru #CHERRY BLOSSOM #matcha blossom #on the one hand as an mlm I know better than to expect any canon mlm rep in a show #especially one airing on a major network like TV Asahi #howmst the fuck ever #y'all are testing me this day #I know both of these dynamics are VERY common and VERY played out but damn #they really had Langa admitting that he has feelings for Reki #in this 2021 #pretty sure Shadow even jokingly called Langa Reki's boyfriend #pretty sure that's a reasonable interpretation of 'aikata' but I'm not familiar enough with colloquial Japanese to be sure #mine

[glowingbadger]

Okay I’m the person that sent the yuri with male s/o request, can I change it to sfw and nsfw headcanons for yuri with male s/o? Maybe the nsfw hcs could have toys involved? (Sorry for sending in two things just ignore the first one-)

No need to apologize at all! I'm more than happy to give Yuri the lovely male Reader he deserves, because as the youth say, we stan a Bi King.

((I assumed cis male here, but certainly let me know if that's not what you intended!))

Yuri (FE3H) x Male Reader Headcanons

SFW (Not sfw below the cut)

- Yuri may be a bit of a relief for my mlm fellows out there, because with him, there's very little doubt when he's interested in you. You won't have any of those "is he flirting or just joking/being friendly" issues when he brushes fingers along your cheek and details how "the torchlight of the Abyss suits you" and that the glint of it in your eyes is simply tantalizing. He'll of course have a chuckle at your adorably flustered expression at this.

- in fact, while Yuri is a tease with all of his partners, it could be argued that he enjoys it even more with a man. He gets a thrill out of crumbling any veneer of machismo someone may try to cling to when he knows they would gladly melt into his arms. He takes this same humorous, almost mocking attitude towards gender roles and gender expectations as a whole, often calling you his "knight in shining armor" or his "blushing maiden" in jest. Yuri finds the romantic tropes and standards of the nobility positively quaint.

- if you're not already a makeup wearing guy, Yuri insists he has the perfect way to accent your eyes- and if you agree to try it, having him do your makeup is actually a very intimate and tender experience. He sits facing you on his bed and leans close, using his hands to direct your face this way and that into the right angles for him, completely free and comfortable with how he touches you. Speaking softly, he'll explain his process and guide you gently all the while, until finally, with a genuine smile, he says, "there you are- lovely." His hand cups your face as he takes a moment to observe you, then presses a lingering kiss to your lips.

- Overall, Yuri has a strong sense of self and very little outward shame about the way he chooses to live his life, so his relationship style with a man is really no different than that with a woman, regardless of what the socialites of Fodlan society may have to say about it (admittedly, we have no canon idea of what Fodlan thinks about homosexuality, other than what we can infer). He's a coy and playful, yet in truth, endlessly affectionate partner, who would do anything necessary to make you happy and keep you safe.

NSFW 18+ v

- Yuri is a comfortable and experienced switch- more than happy to fuck you senseless, or offer himself to you in turn (hell, both in a night if you can keep up). Naturally, he's wonderful at prepping you. He's likely to have several different types of lubricant on hand, more than happy to experiment with what you might like best. He'll be so steady and thorough about plunging his fingers into you to open you up for him that it's hard to resist cumming just from the way his touch curls within you, stimulating you until you're rock hard and leaking for him.

- The prep stage is also where Yuri is most likely to want to try out some toys on you. He has no shame about collecting a wide range of dildos and plugs for use on either or both of you- but his favorite part of fucking you with these is to coyly whisper to you, "What feels better, dearest Y/N- a toy, or my cock? Come on, louder, be honest for me. Mmm, that's right- what your body really needs is for me to fill you up, isn't it. Well, if you're very good for me, perhaps I can satisfy you."

- I have to imagine that true sex toys as we imagine them are limited, given the setting of FE3H, but Yuri is an adventurous sort by nature. He loves to tease you with a ribbon tied snug (though not painfully so) at the base of your cock, acting as a sort of improvised cock ring. The contrast of your manhood decorated with such a soft and delicate accent makes him hungry for you, eager to tease you to the edge of your climax so he can untie you at just the right moment, and watch the relief of being allowed to cum freely wash through you.

- This is something Yuri enjoys with any type of partner, but he loves to cum inside of your little hole, then fill you with a plug to keep his load inside of you for as long as you can stand it. I've mentioned before that he gets a thrill out of the contrast between his partner's daily life, and the lewd and depraved side they show him in bed. As such, he adores watching you go about your business for the day knowing that you're holding his cum in your body all the while.

- As a bottom, he's definitely a mouthy brat, possibly even more of a tease than usual. He'll goad you into fucking him deeper, harder, stroking his own cock and grinding onto your length all the while. His favorite aspect of bottoming for another man is the moment when his partner finally lets go of all restraint and mindlessly fucks him, harnessing any aggression or passion to simply pound him into the mattress. Still, he'll just about never loose composure- even as your slam your cock into him, he'll bite his lip and groan your name and murmur, "That's right, Y/N, have me as hard as you like- you feel so good, you can use my body until you're satisfied..."

#yuri leclerc #yuri fire emblem #fire emblem #fe3h #fire emblem three houses #yuri x reader #fire emblem smut #fire emblem x reader #x reader #fire emblem headcanons #spicy headcanons #fire emblem imagines #male reader

[sanchoyo]

danny phantom 8-13 thoughts! again, under the cut bc I blew through 6 episodes in one go...

-LOVE THE WAY THE GHOST ZONE LOOKS. but theres fucking ghost cops??? ghost jail??? that SUCKS imagine dying and going to jail in your AFTERLIFE. danny going to JAIL WAS NOT something I expected. but seeing all the enemies together and work with danny to bust out. SO ICONIC I love that actually. and the thing about real world stuff acting as ghosts in the ghost zone is very cool.

-'there are some things more important that hunting ghosts!' mrs fenton says, about her husband forgetting their anaversary (FOR THE 18TH YEAR IN A ROW?? CHRIST) and not about, idk, their son clearly freaked out. she didnt even notice he was gone into the ghost zone!!! he might be a bad husband BUT shes not the best mom. they suck and I don't care about their relationship problems I care about these kids. danny doing his best to clean the house to keep his mom from getting mad at his dad?? hes such a good boy I want to cry, this is not his place, his dad should be cleaning his own shit up!!!

-maddie's butch lesbian sister is living my best life in her lil cabin. also being a snarky bitch to jack. queen. and her getting a 10th anniversary of her divorce. LOVE IT.

-mr. lancer being a cheerleader in his younger years makes perfect sense to me. king shit.

-dr. spectra's cat ears/mullet hairstyle?? sooo cute. I also just love the concept of a ghost just. sucking out people's positivity and feeding on emotions. a great villain. she put danny in a fucking diaper what the FUCK. and keeping it cold so no one would suspect shes a ghost??? INCREDIBLE. and her gay little blob sidekick. wlw mlm evil solidarity.

-JAZZ FOCUSED EP. YEAAAH!!! her first thought when she saw the ghosts was like 'omg i gotta tell danny :)' and her going to the teacher and also councilor trying to get help for him...shes just 16 but shes trying so hard to help him out :( watching this when youre younger I can imagine ppl are like omg annoying!! but watching this when im older im just like :( jazz baby im SO sorry </3 SHE BODIED THAT GHOST THOUGH. and the fact she didnt tell danny she knew surprised me. like, shes patient and waiting on him to tell her when hes ready!! thats so so sweet.

-christ the parents talking about 'PEELING IT LIKE AN ONION. AND EXAMINING REMAINS' of ghosts RIGHT INFRONT OF DANNY.

-'why am i so depressed and angry all the time!!' DANNY YOURE 14. i mean it IS a ghost this time, but...

-579$ top?? VALERIE NO ITS NOT EVEN CUTE IT DOESNT EVEN GO WITH THAT OUTFIT AAAA. tho this ep is called shades of gray..VALERIE FOCUSED EP FINALLY????! *THUNDEROUS APPLAUSE* I already knew about red huntress from my redesigns, but I didn't exactly know what that entails or how/why, so, it's fun to see the Origins.

-ghost pubby! ghost pubby!!!!! why is the dog a ghost?? the implication that the company had guard dogs and got rid of them...what did they DO. is it just the unfinished business?? of not having that toy it was looking for?? god I hope so.

I feel SOOO bad for valerie tho, my god. her friends are shunning her for what, because her dad lost her job and she had to move??? horrible. (and the fact the dog wrecked the moving van too...) I also love how 'from wisconsin' on the package was an IMMEDIATE RED FLAG FOR ME. WISCONSIN=EVIL NOW. vlads so petty.

-it took valerie like 5 mins to get the hang of hunting ghosts and shes already a much bigger threat than his parents tbh. who've been trying and studying this for years. and a more valid reason <3 love her shes so cute and cool. new daughter alert.

-'i should do SOMETHING to help valerie' no shit danny???

-'who is that, awesome outfit!' -top gay sam moments. i was going to say. before it immediately cuts to sam kissing danny LMFAOOO. don't think I like that, it puts tucker in a weird third wheel position... the next ep involves them holding hands and blushing when danny's cold...URGH No. not a fan ngl. the trope of 'if theres a girl in a trio she has to end up with one of the two guys!!'

-right as I say that they take it to extremes!! and ember shoots him with a love ray gun that makes him OBSESSIVE OVER SAM. AND SHE TAKES HIS HANDS AND SAYS 'YOU DONT FEEL THAT WAY ABOUT ME, I DONT FEEL THAT WAY ABOUT YOU' and her saying she doesnt want to be together like this. and tucker saying 'i always knew you two would get together!!' dont manifest it tucker please. the show pushing for it so hard makes me not want it KSHKJKJD I KNOW its probably canon. it sucks though. im a hater.

-vlad just LURKING AROUND THE SCHOOL GIVING VALERIE GIFTS ASJKDHKJ YOU WEIRD PETTY OLD MAN GO HOME!!!

-EMBERRRRR YOU WILL REMEMBERRRRRR . this is the one thing I kinda remember from when I was a kid EMBERRRRR ilu. top 10 cartoon bops. sams being a hater. popular things are popular for a reason. mr. lancer also being a hater. also everyone wearing her color scheme ..its a really good look, the purple, black, and minty color...

-penguins exist in the ghost zone. confirmed.

-EMBER JUST SHOWING UP AT A RANDOM HIGHSCHOOL TO PLAY?? UNANNOUNCED, MID DAY??? girl get a tour schedule. make some money or smth damn. I know shes probably doing it for the power boost but. lord. anyway if your show doesnt have a concert scene/ep, is it even valid.

-fellas is this gay. (she uses a GRAPPLING HOOK TO SHOOT OUT THE WINDOW AFTER SEEING AN EMBER VAN GO BY RIGHT AFTER THIS SHOT)

-hey, she had an undercut at some point!! my redesign!!! was accurate!! in..a way

-I feel like danny has a lot of pent up aggression ngl, him being heartbroken about sam and immediately going IM GONNA GO TAKE IT OUT ON EMBER. I mean she needs to be stopped I guess But. jazz has the right idea he needs therapy and a HEALTHY outlet.

-tucker singing > my singing

-girls cant be gamers -tucker and danny sexist moments. her being chaos in the game OWNED.

-TUCKERS HAT IS A BERET??? I THOUGHT IT WAS A BEANIE. SAM CALLED IT A BERET. WH.

-it was actually nice of lancer to let danny retake the test, and he go to play games again. smh. epic cringe gamer moments compilation. and driving him home!!! I actually like him as a character. anyway teachers like lancer are SO appreciated. I was failing middle school because of mental problems, and felt so dumb and got embarrassed by teachers who would just get onto me instead of bothering to ask what the real problem was, but when I was taking my ged classes I had a wonderful teacher who kept reassuring me that I was smart, and I got honors!! danny is SUCH a little shit to him (understandable, 14, but) but seeing them getting along better and danny putting in effort. SO CUTE. THATS MY SON, STUDYING HARD!!!! and being so PROUD OF HIMSELF!!! 91!!! BITCH!!! A- is STILL AN A!!!

-'why dont they ever realize thats me in a dress' mr lancer i am CRYING. i realized.

-technus being my ghost grandpa who cant game asking tucker for help. bless his heart. his out of date old ppl lingo circles back to being endearing <3 tucker not recognizing him despite the like, lack of any kind of serious disguise...I do love their lil in-game outfits....sam being the tank rules. I like technus' spider design also. more characters need to be giant freaky spiders, imo.

-finding your gf a new host because she cant maintain her ghost body outside the zone? amazing. using jazz as the host? ILL KILL YOU. jazz immediately accepting a ride home from a guy she just met and letting him know where she lives. letting him IN THE HOUSE??? nooo girl no lets use common sense </3

-sooo cringe the parents were like 'good job for spying on your sister' tho wtffff. doesnt matter if hes a bad guy, thats fucked. everytime these parents BREATHE im like. these are MY kids now <3

-BAD LUCK BEING A THEME OF THE 13TH EPISODE. thats super fun. johnny 13 being his name is so. iconic. your last name is a NUMBER? also goth tucker. I actually love the look. everyone looks good goth. 'the ladies love the eyeliner and onyx nail polish' sam you are sooo right every man needs to at least try those two things. im a lesbian and I agree. same, danny, your bff is gnc af

-LOVE kitty's design. and just, the concept of a ghost with a bike. couple goals, except yes stay away from jazz.

#danny phantom #sanchoyorambles #s1 is only 20 eps? #i can probably #finish within a week #i like binging shows asdf #ive been watching it all night #gonna work out now #dp thoughts

[kob131]

https://rwdestuffs.tumblr.com/post/625278536172879872/done-dirty-shipping

Maybe it’s because I’m still not over how the writers just up and offed Clover and are trying to use the ship he had with Qrow for marketing purposes, but still.- If they hadn’t done that, maybe there wouldn’t be as much backlash for what they did?

*looks behind Dudeblade to see all the Arkos shippers still trying to burn RT to the ground for sinking their ship.*

I highly doubt that.

They promoted Qrover (And that’s the name I’ll be using to avoid getting into the proper ship tags) for the sake of merchandise. They do the same with Blang (The name I’ll be using for the Blake x Yang ship to avoid getting into their tags as well), it simply seems as if these ships are just there to keep an audience invested in the show for the hope that their ship will become canon before the final episode of the series.

Ah huh-

Let’s check RT’s merch store shall we?

https://store.roosterteeth.com/collections/rwby

This is the store showcasing RWBY merch by the ‘Featured’ selection. Notice something...unusual?

Yeah, the front page of their ‘featured’ section (which would tell you how they market the show) has three pieces of possible shipping merch...and it’s Renora and White Rose. NOT Bumbleby OR Fair Game. And I do mean ‘possible’ because one could debate that since Ren and Nora are always paired together and considering White Rose is so ignored by the fandom equally ‘shippy’ moments are widely ignored- it’s not inherently romantic.

In fact, none of the three given pages have Bumbleby merch. The closest is the Yang Vs. Adam hoodie...which excludes BLAKE. SO it’s closer to Yang X Adam merch.

But maybe that’s not enough for you. Let’s switch to the ‘Best Selling’ selection. Of that we have...one shippy piece of merch. The same Renora piece from before. Odd, considering if they’re using shipping to sell the show: Why isn’t the merch, the open support of the show, flooded with shipping merch? Why is both the stuff they are pushing people to buy AND the stuff people are buying NOT showing up?

Seems rather counter intuitive ...unless they AREN’T doing that.

This post was made about a month after the finale. If miles pulls the same thing that LoK did with the LGBT+ characters in his show, not only is that hypocritical (As he would be doing the exact same thing that LoK did), but it would also be significantly worse.

Actually he fundamentally can’t. Because Miles wrote in at least three LGBT characters already into the show. So he’s being better by your standards.

Not only was LoK screwed by the network numerous times in regards to their budget, but they were also forced to not make the relationship between Korra and Asami as overt as they would have liked.

And so was RWBY screwed with budget AND resources by Gray. Andd yet no word from you on that...

And again- Already showed at least three characters being lesbians, if not five since Scarlet and Nolan are gay in Before The Dawn, a book written under Miles and Kerry’s supervision.

What network is keeping the writers from doing the same thing with stuff like Blang, Qrover, or whatever the ship name is for Terra and Saphron? Why do they only get hand holding, soft looks™, and confirmation outside of the canon show?

Bumbleby- Canonical status unconfirmed.

Fair Game- Never intended to be a ship. It was just a reference to the waitress back in Volume 4 along with the usual shipping exaggeration.

Terra X Saphron- They literally have a fucking child together.

Other shows like She-Ra, Steven Universe, and Black Lightning managed to have LGBT+ Representation in their shows despite the networks trying to reign them in. So a show that has no such restrictions can’t do it because…?

They have. You’re choosing to ignore it.

To say nothing of the quality of these since Steven Universe is the only respected one and is rather unique in comparison.

Nora and Pyrrha can forcibly kiss Ren and Jaune respectively, but Same-Sex couples have to settle for elementary-school crush stuff?

Terra and Saphron have a fucking kid. And two of your examples are bullshit.

Meanwhile, how are those ships fairing again? ... One is permenantly sunk and wasn’t even confirmed considering Jaune’s feelings for Pyrrha are not confirmed to be romantic and the other is having massive issues that could sink any romantic connections?

And how do people like you react to any kind of strife regarding same sex stuff? ... Called Illa a psycho lesbian despite being significantly more stable, regretful and safer than her straight counterpart Adam?

Yeah, why don’t YOU tell me why a fanbase known for being abusive towards the creators and hounded them for YEARS about this shit isn’t being fed?

Also, this is a dick move. $16.00 for a sunk ship? Not only that, it’s a sunk mlm ship. A kind of representation that hasn’t gotten any real representation outside of Scarlet? And even then, that was confirmed in a different book.

More like a set of pins that can be used for cosplay.

TBH, mlm shippers have every right to be upset about this.

Straight shippers have had the biggest ship sunk and permanently in limbo (Arkos) and the second one is going through a massive rough patch (Renora) while the third and fourth are regularly decried as pedophilia (Lancaster and Rose Garden) if not outright abuse (Tauradonna).

The others get confirmed ships but not the ones they wanted. Boo fucking hoo.

Whether the writers intended to or not, Qrover was coded, and they queerbaited.

Queerbaiting is a marketing technique for fiction and entertainment[6] in which creators hint at, but then do not actually depict, same-sex romance or other LGBTQ representation.[7] They do so to attract ("bait") a queer or straight ally audience with the suggestion of relationships or characters that appeal to them,[8] while at the same time attempting to avoid alienating other consumers.[6][9]

They literally CANNOT do that by definition. There are same sex relationships AND characters to connect to. If you try promoting this vague and broad definition of queerbaiting-

Well, what’s to stop the Snowbird shippers from claiming they were straight baited with Winter and Qrow or Blake and Sun?

Do you REALLY want to cross that threshold?

P.S. ‘Coding’ effectively means ‘I see stereotypes’ so you’re kind of being a douchebag here.

Let’s also remember that Pyrrha’s entire existence literally revolved around Jaune and she was meant to die to further his development. Jaune x Pyrrha was literally made to develop Jaune and pretty much only Jaune, with the other characters’ reaction to her death being an afterthought.

*cough* Ruby has gotten more development from Pyrrha’s death than Jaune *cough* 

Then there was also that one Blang bag that cost like… $60.00. The writers are using these popular ships for merchandising usage and to try and reel in fans who are wlw or mlm with these ships.

Which is why they...don’t...show...up on...the...merch store...

Fun Fact: Dudeblade never shows the so called 60 dollar bag despite CLEARLY being able to screen shot images. So we’re expected to take his word for it despite not being honest in this very video.

They didn’t even have enough self-awareness to feel bad about it.

So how exactly are we supposed to trust them when they don’t realize what they did to the community?

He says as he ignores aspects of LGBT rep in RWBY, outright called a lesbian a psycho for daring to be an antagonist despite a much more unstable person to compare to and ignores the LGBT rep in other RT shows, including Camp Camp which has two heroic gay married men in the show.

Whether you ship Qrover or not, this was a massively dick move to pull. And these idiots have a lot of things to make up for it. If they choose to do it at all.

You know, that dick move you forced onto them.

And yet you doing worse (’Hey when is Miles gonna die so he can be replaced?’) deserves no making up?

Where were the guys who said that revealing that Pilot Boi was gay before offing him was a bad idea? Why did the writers not realize that this sort of stuff was going to come off as queerbaiting?

Probably because Eddy did it himself and didn’t know about this.

But really… Way to go RT. Your dumbass decision has now turned off members of the LGBT Community and caused some of them to cancel their subscriptions.

Hope that shock value was worth it.

Just like with Pyrrha, something you yourself even said before.

I fail to see how this is RT’s fault outside ‘you dared to exercise free will!’ considering that your logic would dictate changing the show the minute an LGBT ship becomes popular.

Even as you’ve spoken out against this kind of thing with Death Battle (accusations of sexism).

Way to go with the hypocrisy Dudeblade.

[incarnateirony]

as an emerging lgbtq+ (i'm 'BT') guy i am so glad you're making the point you made in your last post. I've always gravitated towards Dean because he is so 'imperfect' in his queerness, like me. but he's not a uwu soft queer so apparently that bothers a lot of ppl on here? Especially younger queer women, I've noticed. But a lot of guys, cis and trans, struggle with being attracted to men so much in a way that is simply different (not better or worse) than (1/2)

being wlw, especially depending on one’s generation and region, etc. basically what i’m saying is a lot of the few queer men that there are in the fandom stay quieter as it is almost completely queer women dictating what is and what isnt, and not quite empathizing with the unique struggle many queer men have with internalized homophobia/being Unmanly for being attracted to men. hope this wasn’t too all over the place, ive had this on my mind for a Long time and i’m glad you brought it up. (2/2)

ps: I’m not trying to put down queer women for being a significant part of the fandom. I just really wish the environment of the fandom felt more like somewhere queer men’s voices can be heard better, considering the largest pairing is, needless to say, mlm

Well, first of all, welcome Nonnie. I take it you’re addressing this untitled post addressing intersectionality, representation vs tokenization, represented demographics and just general motivations of those in discussion, yes? (x)

You’ll find this is a longstanding topic of my blog, be it excavating creator commentary people have buried for their own motivations and talked down and around, or dual faceted issues. 

(If you haven’t read the crosslinks on the post you’re addressing, you may want to read The Problem With Dreamhunter (x) It discusses exactly this issue, even if it was written over a year ago at that point, showing just how cyclic this issue is. It talks about MLM/WLW intersectional issues, migrating goalposts, a bunch of show stuff and some of Bobo’s sociopolitical commentary from 2003 about advancing LGBT representation through moderate incremental methods being proven effective at expanding the media presence/platform exponentially above liberal, or more severe/extreme styles)

But when it comes down to it, basically: Yeah, you right.

I didn’t just arbitrarily develop this opinion. I didn’t… just magically tune in to what the LGBT men that literally dodge fandom, for exactly the reasons you say, and know it’s because of the reasons you say – like that didn’t manifest. It came from leaving fandom (un)”safe” spaces. It came from engaging a great variety of LGBT males in real life, many of which engage the content. From observing how they spoke of the content in multifandom servers, or even *why* they chose to avoid speaking up.

And no, I personally didn’t get a read of you, like, insulting LGBT women for their part in fandom. Women engage social media for primetime TV fandoms at an exponential rate above men, so it’s almost unavoidable and it’s nobody’s fault really, but that says nothing for the perpetual habit of drowning out their voices to the fact that– well, they literally abandon engaging.

I’ve seen it enough times it *hurts* me. I shouldn’t *have* to pull my gay writing buddy out of holes to face this, and him still hide silently. I shouldn’t *have* to be the vein of news and information on the show to the bi male friend I have that refuses to touch this fandom. I shouldn’t *have* to even speak up about this. I really do want *you all* to speak up about this, because I can only speak so far, because you’re right: OUR JOURNEYS ARE DIFFERENT.

Hell, even a cis lgbt male vs a trans lgb(t obvious) male have entirely different journeys even though they’re both validly men. These battles are not the same. One community can speak up to defend another, and help hold them up and amplify them if there’s just not enough of them to project the way they need to, and this is something *greatly under respected* in this fandom. Nobody’s holding up the LGBT male voices when actually talking about representation. And you’re right, it’s mostly women, and you’re right, our path is different and our struggles and needs and wants and lives are different. But unless you take a considerable amount of time talking and sharing and learning personally the perspective of the LGBT male community, you’re not… really… helping them speak.

And let it be said, “holding up LGBT male voices” does not and should never equate to “despite having multiple LGBT men saying one thing, I found the one LGBT male saying the thing that matches what I want, who may or may not even actually be in the targeted demographic set of the character we’re discussing representation about, because it’s more than just being bi, it’s entire lives, paths and challenges– but you know, I found the ONE, so fuck the others.” That’s using your friends as tokens and cards. If you want to genuinely add to the conversation, what you do is you introduce your male LGBT friend to the other male LGBT friends and let them have a long conversation to talk out the sources of their disagreements before engaging in conversation.

But drawing a pretty base line collective from all people in the represented demographic, respectfully learning the majority wants and needs and struggles, and helping voice those is pretty key.

Women can sit here all day, and pass around things they’ve been told by other women are woke points, or things that sound progressive and good, and often sort of decontextualized from their purpose (be that the dresswear mentioned shortly hereafter, or what LGBT want/expect/SHOULD want or expect – but in the end, if you’re not sitting down and having dialogues – not just with one, or two, or even three LGBT men – but large handfuls and subsets, able to actually critically examine the differences in LGBT males of gen X, Y, or Z and their lives and stories – if you’re not doing that… If *that* isn’t the core of your discussion values, rather than pass-along buzz vibes– then you’re really not talking representation. You think you are. But you’re not.

There’s the uh. Thing. You noticed. About how women expect the men to engage.

When it comes to young queer women, I’m going to risk pissing some people off, but the long and short of it is (I could probably dig up the link but it’s been an eternity) a while ago they ran a psychological study to figure out why young women were attracted to yaoi, and gay porn, especially what is essentially stereotypical force-role type gay porn. It has to do with blooming attraction, primal fear, and trying to make the men more appealing in a way that does not intimidate them. 

This later manifests into feminizing them, setting twink/bear roles that go beyond into top/bottom, and conflating it with penetration, position, power, dom/sub, fork/spoon, sometimes served with a dose of internalized misogyny being projected into the vessel of whatever twink/sub is positioned, and generally— like, kink culture. Often this is passed with narrowly progressive-masked arguments of “Men should be allowed to be feminine if they want!” rather than a genuine answer to, “Why do you perpetually heterosexually resize, or reframe, and enforce heterosexual structure onto characters that do not meet this mold, and why is that a personal gain to you?” because in the end– it’s a personal gain. And again, at that point it’s not about representation.

Now again, I’m not… shaming anyone for having a kink. But kink/fetish needs/wants have blurred themselves in as if to hedge on equal territory to discussing canon content. Or sprinkling the quite literal fetishized art (power to you if that’s your thing, I guess, even if I do bear discomfort over fetishization of any LGBT demographic, even by another LGBT demographic) and reasoning with dialogue that implies it as being representative, and inserting that into the representation discussion, which *literally* just makes the entire bog muddier, makes the LGBT men trying to speak more easily dismissed in a vat of “just women/fetishists”, it just– it’s Not a Good. I’m… personally not a fan of it. Like at all. A lot of it makes me angry tbh. So I don’t engage. I don’t browse fanfiction. I look at very little art. 

Hell most of the people around here don’t even realize it’s actually a *minority* of LGBT men that choose to engage in penetrative sex, but it’s become a topic of outright obsession around here. There is so much simple… lack of awareness and discussion of the lives LGBT men lead, even by LGBT women because again – we don’t have your path. We can only listen to you. (And BOY have I gotten earfuls from my LGBT male friends absolutely going apeshit banana bonkers over fandom’s obsession with penetration culture, gender role enforcement while feigning it as liberation, and all kinds of other stuff. And that’s what I base most of my talking points on.)

Because if I’m going to talk representation, I’m going to talk about representing the demographic the character is supposed to represent, not molding him into a tokenized wash-over of every single person’s wants. If you’re an LGBT woman that can resonate with Dean Winchester, that’s great. Sometimes representation can be shared. But a character’s origin determines what demo he represents and not all of any given representative’s character’s attributes, methods, functions, anything – not all of it is going to meet any one person’s goals collectively, but the target demographic is inevitably closer to it.

Another point to raise is that it feels like people have lost track of *what* the representation battle is about. It isn’t just about any one person attaching to any one character. It’s about developing a TVscape that looks more representative of the real world, with a fair presence of PoC, of women, of LGBT people of all types, of the disabled community, of people that are even more than one of these, of people with different stories: people. About, well, normalizing it, because it should be normal. About saturating television enough that one day, and that day will not just be tomorrow per convenience, that people won’t be desperate for representation even vaguely in their wheelhouse, that they can turn on and see people of any intersectional type and go– wow, the world finally realizes we’re real. And that in that wide, realistic menu, yes, being able to turn a channel and eventually see someone *just like you*. A day when any show turned on has at least *someone* in your wheelhouse because every show eventually should have some sort of realistic spread, but if you find the *right* show, *there you are.*

That’s how it’s built. We don’t start by footstomping and tokenizing everyone to be vaguely representative of everyone or it doesn’t count because it didn’t work for *them*. We start by sharing truly diverse narratives, each unique to their own, just as diverse as straight stories are, maybe even more. That’s the only way you’re actually going to end up with a TVscape full of The Gays, and full enough to find *explicitly yourself* in there.

Deleting normalized, non-sensationalist text for lacking either visibility or flavor, even if you weren’t the intended demographic for it to speak to, is quite literally contrary to the entire fight.

and tbh?

This shit is why I hate shipping culture.

And I say that as someone who presumably “ships” Dean and Cas, if it’s shipping to address canon bullshit happening in front of you and just watch the show as it folds out without going into denial for *whatever* personal reason. 

There’s a lot of well intended people, most shipping fandom is full of good beans, but as a collective group – skewed by sociopathically manipulated dialogues we can literally track the origins of – have been driven into much of the above while genuinely believing they were doing the right thing, in a long chain of being told this was what and how to fight for, without really stopping and critically examining the nuance of the conversation. Because why would you? Seems to be the popular gay thing to do – while a lot of bisexual people currently hide their commentary via reblog hashtags or hedge awkwardly into an anon box sideways.

That all said, it continues to be my focus. It will never change on this blog. I will never surrender to being pressured, be it by antis or bitters or people just wanting to argue, into pretending things that were text are subtext. I will not move that goalpost. You are real, and you are valid, and you are welcome in my inbox any time, Nonnie, confidentiality guaranteed. Like, DM too.

but lmao like shit, dawg. There’s a reason the LGBT guys I’ve had as writing partners as Dean literally refuse to play with another Cas. That’s not just because I’m a *super aweSOME auTHOr*, it’s because they recognize I do not come from the wing lost to fanfiction, to troll wars, or even to shipping culture, love of a ship be damned. I don’t try to force gender roles on them. I listen when they speak, and often, surprise many with the angle I ever enter discussion or listening from to begin with, because of spending so many years listening to begin with. It’s an intrinsic understanding of why they resonate with the content, not what I can pull some transformative art stuff on or wanting to *make* it into anything else to fit *my* molds. It’s because of being someone engaged to the male perspective, without the need to twist or change a character to be content with it, and being WILLING to hold those challenging conversations.

Listen first. Talk later. But never in front of or over the people you claim to be talking for.

[vorsakhal]

                            ♞ | Headcanon | The Dothraki

Important Note: This Headcanon will be delving into my portrayal and ideas on the Dothraki as a culture, including inner workings, ideals and beliefs. It will include and build on what is known in canon as well as what I think would work alongside it. 

However please be aware the Dothraki do not have a modernist ideal on humanity. They have a lot of beliefs and habits that will upset some people, writing this out and including it is not me agreeing with it it’s just how they are. Ignoring a problem doesn’t make it better. So a coverall TW for de-humanisation, slavery, rape mentions, exclusionists, war, violence ect ect ect

So as mentioned this is a long ass HC giving my ideals and how I will handle the Dothraki whilst writing Drogo. This post will be a link back for anyone curious as to his views or the views of his people. 

Firstly: Social standings and positions within the Dothraki. 

To clear something up, a lot of canon states the Dothraki see women as lesser but it’s a lot more complicated than that. Women who are not of their Khalasar or are not Dothraki at all - they are lesser, but so are their men. It is a matter of us vs them, gender isn’t as simple. 

The Dothraki do not think women can lead individual Khalasars because they believe a woman who has personal agenda is a woman who will betray their people to protect what she loves first. A mothers instinct above all, but a mothers love is the strongest thing and so without a khalsar she is more capable leading which leads to the Dosh Khaleen, ex-wives of Khal’s who have died who now watch over all of the Dothraki from Vaes Dothrak. All of the Khalsar are their children and the mother mountain protects them, they will always do best for their people. Their word sits above everything, so the strongest men bow to them. 

It’s this reason women cannot enter the mother mountain, they are already gifted by her, able to give as she did. Men will ascend it to seek her blessing and newly risen Khal’s will bath in the womb of the world lake to be granted her protection.

It is not that women are lesser so much as they are considered blinded by a bond beyond what men can have. They can become warriors, they can become Khaleesi, reminded of their loyalty by their Khal but they cannot become Khal. A woman who cannot become a mother is not blinded and so can become a healer, a confidant or advisor. 

Women who can not fight or ride are considered useless, just as a man would be if he could not do the same.

Now that that’s cleared up, in order top to bottom is the Dothraki social standing. 

Dosh Kahleen

Khal Khalakka

Khaleesi

Bloodriders

Jaqqa Rhan

Healers - Barren born first then the Eunich Healers

Hunters and Cooks

Seamstresses and Smiths

Scouts 

General Warriors

Slaves

Outsiders

It’s common enough knowledge they also worship the Stallion, their God who will allow them passage to ride in the night lands but they also believe in the Gods of the sun and moon who guide them in the Stallions name. They have their own idea of Hell, reserved for the men who died inhonorable deaths or betrayed their Khalasar. Women will only find their way to hell if they murder their Khalakka or betray their Khal. 

It should be noted that what the show does a SHIT JOB of showing is that the Dothraki are a roaming farming culture. They have their sacred lands and fields, moving between each of them, taking and cultivating as they go. They will “gift” (their idea of trading) horses in return for gifts of what they need, alongside weapons, slaves and food. They are adept with herbs, berries and poisons - they kind of have to know what’s safe for them and their horses for gods sake. 

As a warrior culture they’re capable healers in their own right. Barren women are taught herbs, polstices, bandaging and protection. Eunich men know how to use fire and needles to burn away problems. 

( Yes this is canon, yes I stand by the fact that if Dany had allowed the Dothraki to work instead of the witch he’d have lived (that parts actually shaded about IN canon). Yes I will hand fight GRR over it anyday )

The Dothraki view on outsiders comes with a tainted history that dates back to the wars for the seven kingdoms. Many Dothraki have not forgotten the stories of slaughter and pillaging and rape, they give it back tenfold in the name of it. Vaes Dothrak remains the only place willing to trade with outsiders due to the fact it was never breached when the ships first crossed. Cities learnt not to try again. 

Because of this however they see anyone they consider not Dothraki to be less than animals. They are nothing but a gift from the Gods to use as a tool of their fitting be it to fuck, eat, kill or trade. They have no sympathy or empathy over it because they do not see them as people to begin with, however, some outsiders will be granted a pardon. If taken in by a Khalasar the way Mormont and Dany were they are typically given clothing and markings to wear that will tell people they are one of them.

If they do not wear the clothing or markings it is a dismissal of that Gift, other Khal’s and Khalasar have every right to deny them as an outsider once more.

When it comes to sexuality the Dothraki have a view that they don’t really care. As long as a Khal sires an heir everyone else is pretty much free to do whatever they want as their heirs will matter little and their bloodline adds only to the Khal’s power. Yes this means wlw and mlm relationships are common, enough that they even speak openly about it. It also means that the women are not the only one raped and taken, despite what outsiders might think.

Because of this Marriage is held as more sacred than other parts of Westeros. It is not a bid for power but done because they wish too, after all a Khal is only interested in strong women and you can only climb the ladder with your strength. It makes Drogo’s marriage to Dany all the more strange and it’s why some of them reject it as violently as they did. To them he brought her, he didn’t love her when he married. He swore off women of their own kind for Dany and it was essentially a sell out of what could be a stronger union. 

It’s also why Dany’s demand that any women raped be married is taken so seriously. To them it would mean buying a wife, a sign of weakness again. 

Polygamy is also common, on both sides. Women can take multiple men and if they disagree they can fight to the death for her. A man can take multiple women, the same option is offered.

Sexuality and Sex is not considered shameful. It’s strange to cover yourself or your desires among the Dothraki as they consider it hiding your truth from the Gods. Women are not shamed for taking many men, infact a women who can take more men is considered stronger and more capable.

The Jaqqa Rhan are the mercy men. A group of warriors who sweep battlefields after the battle and behead and burn bodies of the dying or injured who have not yet died. This is given only in battles where the enemy has earned a Khal’s respect. If the Khal deems the fight too easy or the enemy too weak they will leave the soldiers to die in the fields.

In terms of the Khalasar as a whole they move as a herd. Each warrior and soldier has a part to play to the betterment of their people and group. Scouts, Cooks, Healers, Seamstresses and even the slaves are all considered vital and important in the unified strength of a band. Because of such each member takes their part seriously, to the point of being willing to kill if someone attempts to replace them. 

Outsiders, slaves and other Khalasar members are able to become a member of a Khalasar by proving themselves to the Khal. To become one of them and be considered Dothraki is to be safe, to have strength and protection and food and clothing. 

Typically this is done in a great act, by proving yourself in battle of the Khal’s behalf OR bringing them a gift of great value. Personally delivering something to impress a Khal and pledge your loyalty will likely grant you favour faster than being noticed in battle but it is harder to do if you do not know the Khal’s preferences. 

The Khal is unlikely entertain an outsider who does not prove themselves with offerings or blood first, to come with nothing and no show is an insult and demand.

Politics is an odd affair. To the Dothraki what betters the Dothraki is more important than their own wants. In that, they’re oddly diplomatic. The Khal and Dosh Khaleen will meet and decide in the event of war, famine or crime. Anything that does not effect the larger group is dealt with privately, most Khal will have an advisor with a silver tongue to deal with wanting outsiders. 

They do not write or agree to written contracts however, to deal with the Dothraki is a matter of keeping your word. If a mans promise is broken his arm will be as well. If it becomes known among the Dothraki you are dishonourable and prone to manipulation and you piss off enough of the Khals, the Dosh Khaleen will place an open invitation and a gift for whoever first brings them your head.

Each Khalasar has it’s own unique markings, paints and colourings. Drogo’s Khalasar have paints of blue that drag like claw marks along skin. Others use yellows and whites in intricate swirls and loops. These markings are identifiers, helpful when crossing wide expanses of open country and more so finding your kin in Vaes Dothrak through the crowd.

Each Khalasar is expected to return to Vaes Dothrak once a year to receive the Dosh Khaleen’s blessing. There they will trade whatever they have found, collected or harvested in their journeys and there is where outsiders are safer to approach and impress if they wish to join or bargain. Within the walls of Vaes Dothrak everyone is considered equal bar the Kahl’s, Khaleesi and Dosh Khaleen. Warriors and Healers intermingle and even slaves are allowed small comforts under watchful eyes. 

Just as most do the Dothraki also have their own festivals, note worthy dates and celebrations. 

They celebrate a fall harvest with a great party beneath the harvest moon, they will sing, chant and give offerings to the sun and moon there in hopes of safe travels. 

They celebrate the spring, a time in which mares breed and new Stallions find strength though it’s typically used as an excuse to fuck and drink for a few nights it is also the time in which they will parade horses through Vaes dothrak and most offerings of marriage are done then. 

They also have the cold silence. A night spent with no sound in which they are given strength for their travels by khals past. To make a sound on this night is to offend the spirits and spook their stallions, you will be killed. 

ANYWAY that rounds that up for now! Thank you for reading :D

#&&. drogo | the rizh ki bharbo | head canon #| this took me 465 bajillion years | #rape mention tw #slavery mention tw #all the tws idk

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dragon age inquisition male romance options reacting to you being a serial killer

I got excited and did a few more than just the romanceable ones, including Krem, Varric, and your dear Quizzie Ceri 💖

Disclaimer: All of these are mlm regardless of whether it’s “canon” or not.

Iron Bull

The Bull knew from the beginning, Ben Hassarath training, remember? Perhaps that should have been reason enough not to get involved, but it wasn’t as if he hadn’t done terrible things himself. He looked for signs of regret and despair every day, and he saw them often enough that he convinced himself that this was just a sickness you had, it wasn’t an indication of your morality. But, soon he starts to notice a pattern.

He notices that the irritability and tense muscles occur in the week approaching that one night where you have a mission for the Inquisitor that you just can’t get out of, so you’re going to be gone until tomorrow, and you’re so sorry but you’ll make it up to him. The blood splatters on your clothes and skin aren’t akin to fighting bandits and those on equal standing, the tears in your clothes show sign of a struggle, but not your own. You weren’t regretting killing, you were suffering from the absence of it. It was an addiction, you revelled in it - for days afterwards you’d be on a high that couldn’t be stopped. Your grin would make your face ache, your laughter could be heard all over Skyhold. It made Bull grow solemn, and distant, something you tried to fix but you couldn’t - you’d didnt understand what you’d done after all. He didn’t let himself talk about it, what right did he have? He was a killer too.

Dorian Pavus

Dorian had his suspicions when he was first hanging up your clean clothes, you insisted they had servants for that but he did so long to organise your wardrobe, feeling the fabric of your clothes between his fingers and coming up with new systems and categories to arrange them. You should have been more careful, a white shirt was never going to be rid of the stains - the red on the cuff from where you’d restrained your latest victim. When he asked you shrugged it off, saying you really shouldn’t have worn white on a mission in the Wastes. Dorian didn’t believe you, not really - he knew signs of a struggle when he saw them. He’d wanted to though, he forced himself to ignore his better judgement.

Of course, your final kill was too far, he was willing to ignore the signs for only so long, nobody’s perfect after all. You didn’t expect Dorian to find you, not when you’d been so careful - you’d picked a warehouse in the outskirts of Val Royeoux and used Inquisition forces to capture Halward Pavus, he’d pay for what he did to Dorian. And you were so sure his son would be ecstatic at the news, you planned it all - to come clean when he discovered and he’d be thrilled. That was the plan. One that went awry, because Dorian followed you, he followed his gut instinct for the first time in so long but it was too late - by the time he got there you were already standing over his father’s corpse, grinning from ear to ear. You tried to explain, reason with him, anything - but it was all for naught. He stayed to vomit and sit with his arms wrapped around his legs, he stayed to stare at his father. But the moment he had regained his composure he ran, leaving you with the torn silk from his robes in your bloodied hands.

Ceri Trevelyan

“It is with sorrow that I announce your next judgement,” Josephine said solemnly, trying to disguise the tears in her voice. “A man who I think needs no introduction, [Y/N].” Knelt in front of the Inquisitor was a man she knew, someone she’d laughed with, played cards with, a friend, so she thought. But she couldn’t let her feelings betray her - no matter how difficult it was for her, for Ceri it would be a thousand times harder. No one should have to judge their lover, the only one Ceri ever truly allowed himself to trust.

He sat on his throne, his posture small and tight, his chin resting in his tight fists which made a table for his head as his elbows rested on his knees. His purple eyes stared at the man he thought he knew, he tried to look for signs that his prisoner regretted his choices, that it was in fact an elaborate con - it wasn’t his lover at all! He was tied up in the basement! Unfortunately, that didn’t happen. Instead his lover knelt patiently, refusing to look at the Inquisitor, instead preferring to fixate on the floor so their face was covered by their hair.

“Don’t you have anything to say in your defence?” Ceri snapped, as he waited for his prisoner to speak. He flinched at the sound noise, and Ceri felt his chest ache with guilt. “[Y/N], please. Please give me something.”

“I can’t,” you reply quietly, so much so that the Inquisitor could barely hear you. “I won’t. You betrayed me. The moment I told you, you had me in shackles-”

“I had no choice! What else could I do? I can’t let you repeat your mistakes. I-“ Ceri hesitates and curled on himsel even tighter. “Will you stop? Ever?” He ended desperately. “Give me something.” You shook your head, you were prepared for the answer, when he gave the order for your execution, the whole room was silent. You lifted your chin and allowed yourself to look at him one last time.

“I have one final request, Inquisitor,” you said, formally enough that it made Ceri squirm. “I wish for you to swing the blade yourself.”

Thom Rainier / “Blackwall”

Blackwall denied it for a long time, growing angry whenever someone brought up anything about your behaviour. He didn’t think there was anything remotely suspicious about you being often covered in blood, nor did he notice your giddy demeanour at the executions. Blackwall adored [Y/N] and that was that. Of course you came home with dark stains over your clothes, the Inquisition was brutal work. And it was also the sort of job where you disappeared for hours at night. He eventually berated himself for not seeing the signs, but then he had just wanted to think the best of you - was there any harm in that?

Perhaps that’s what made you so relaxed, you never tried too hard to hide your actions in regards to your partner - he was far too trusting, stupidly trusting you thought sometimes. On occasion it made you angry and scared, thinking of all those who would manipulate and take advantage of him. You were certain that he could walk in on you on the battlements with blood on your hands and organs on your armour and you’d be able to talk your way out of it. When that happened however, you both just stood in silence - lying became difficult, and Blackwall couldn’t do it to himself any more either.

What made it worse is that the victim was a nobody - it wasn’t a noble, an enemy of the Inquisition or [Y/N], it wasn’t a criminal... it was just nobody. A random person taken from the streets, as Blackwall stared at the torn apart, brutalised pieces of the body he wondered if they had a family, where they shopping for food? Did they have a decent job? Maybe they were a merchant themselves, or a farmer. Would their children be able to eat tonight? He voiced this, he shouted it so loudly that you were certain someone would here and you’d both be doomed. But he only spoke, he still helped you dispose of it, he never mentioned your activities again, simply nodding and going quiet whenever the subject came up. Afterall, you weren’t the only one with a secret.

Solas

“Mm, well done, excellent technique, if a little grotesque... But overall very nice. I can’t say the same of your attempts to cover up your little night time habits though,” Solas said as he entered, his voice smooth and steady and causing you to jump from your skin and let out a yelp of shock. You slowly turned around to see the elf stood in the door way, a smirk on his lips. You stood above your victim, a fucking Shem whose favourite past time was torturing elves - those were your targets. Solas would understand that, he had to. His expression said as much, and he approached you with that smug sadistic demeanour you knew so well. You thought he’d help you destroy those who’d hurt and oppress... but he was just looking for a new agent, and he knew just how easily you could be controlled.

Cullen Rutherford

You didn’t realise for a long time that your beloved knew, but it started to all connect after a while. The apostates who’d been all too easy to track, so much so they basically fell into your lap and begged to be killed. And they all came from Cullen. Every single one was pointed towards you from the War Table and it was your commander’s suggestion every time. You realised over one of your’s and his nightly games of chess. He picked up the bishop, and took your rook. A foolish mistake, truly. You walked right into that one.

“Well, that’s not a mistake the Inquisitor would usually make,” Cullen smirked, leaning back in his chair after he’d finished his turn, resting his hands on his gut. “Normally you see everything coming then you go in for the kill.” You froze and looked up at the knowing, piercing smirk. He knew what you did, and not only did he not care - he was playing with you the entire time.

Cremisius “Krem” Aclassi

Cremisius Aclassi had seen his fair share of death and everything that came with it. He’d seen blood magic and watched the Chief’s eye be ripped from his head, he still saw the man with a bloody empty socket when he closed his eyes. He didn’t consider himself squeamish, or easily frightened. From living as a lower class Tevinter to the army to working for the Inquisition he’d been raised around this sort of life, even a tailor’s kid saw his fair share of muggings, stabbings, slave hunters, and houses being burned to the ground... but none of that prepared him for what awaited him when he walked into his chambers that night.

When you told him you had a surprise for him, he’d been excited - a little wary, as he tended to be, but he was looking forward to returning from the Herald’s Rest. Of course, the moment he entered and saw you sprawled across the bed, he couldn’t saw a word - his body convulsed, shook, his eyes rolled backwards, and he doubled over with his pints of beer mixed with Shepard’s pie rapidly gushed all over the wooden floor. You sat up instantly, rushing to his aid, barely aware of the fact that you were naked or that the blood from your victim was staining your legs and gut. Perhaps this was too much, you had been so sure him coming home to see you, sprawled out on the bed, naked with a Tevinter Magister’s head covering your genitalia would be so romantic... You’d have loved it. Unfortunately it turned Krem into a shaking terrified wreck. You tried to comfort him but he flinched away from you, shaking and weeping on the floor, rocking back and forth - barely aware of his knees being soiled by vomit. Eventually he stood to his feet, you tried to aid him but he pulled away, stumbling. He couldn’t speak, but his thoughts were more than clear.

Varric

Varric enjoyed murder mysteries and detective novels, they had a nice formula that felt welcoming and calm to him. Maybe that’s why he figured it out so quickly, he didn’t dawdle, didn’t wait for you to kill again. He simply showed up to the scene of the crime one day, shaking his head and letting out the mother of all sighs.

“Shit, what have I got myself into now?” He said as he helped you clean up. He didn’t approve, that much was clear - but as far as he saw it he’d gotten involved with worse people than cutthroats, assassains, and murderers. Some of his best friends fit those categories.

“Listen, sweetheart,” he said to you, as you threw the sack of limbs from the cliffs of the wounded coast. “If I could find out it was you, it won’t take long for anyone else to. You gotta make yourself much more subtle. I can help with that.” He had his standard smile, but his eyes weren’t quite the same after that. He tried to see it as a hobby or a personality quirk - but it got harder every time. He often thought of turning on his heel and leaving you, but he was never the sort to give up. He mated for life in a way.

#dragon age #iron bull #varric tethras #blackwall romance #thom rainier #solas romance #cullen rutherford #krem dragon age #dorian pavus #inquisitor trevelyan #mlm #darkfic #serial killer #death #murder #blood #mod dorian #original writing #horror

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Unpopular Opinion: many things been said against Romione shippers/Fic demonizing Lavender to make Hermione look better But I haven't seen as much complaining about the demonizing of Dean Thomas in Hinny fics set in HBP and afterwards. I lost count how many times I have recently (and by popular Hinny authors!) read fics where Dean was demanding,pushing and trying to pressure poor Ginny into having sex/was bad at it and then being a petty and bitter towards Harry. it reeks of racism. 1/2

2/2 I mean I feel it's partly JKR fault because she went out of her way to make both Michael Corner & Dean Thomas ''horrible boyfriends' (which in Dean case is BS the only thing in canon showing friction is Dean 'pushing' Ginny through the portrait and that can be just as much about Ginny trying to be a 'strong independent woman who needs no man') but if Lavender can get sympathy in fic so should Dean, who we've seen more in the books and who came across as good decent guy.

PS, also getting tired of the biphobia i've seen in some corner of the Seamus & Pavender fandom about how Seamus-Dean-Lavender-Parvati were really gay/lesbian all along and their m/f relationship was fake. Because of apparently bisexuals didn't exist until now... [eyeroll]

I need my demarcation line.

‘ello Nonnie. Fancy a cuppa?

I guess I’ve not been reading much lately over on the other side of my Canon ship (aka Harry & Ginny) to have come across any Dean discourse much anything that could be construed as demonization. (Then again, I have been busy so...)

Damn this got long quickly. Under a cutline just out of necessity.

If I am hearing you correctly, the fic writers are choosing to paint Dean in a negative light to emphasize why Ginny would want to break it off with him before getting with Harry. I must have my head in a hole because the only one I’ve read involving Dean in the last few months was the lovely one from @floreatcastellumposts and that was how Dean and Harry interacted in DH at Shell Cottage. (I admit I do have some appreciation for the subtle angst and how troubled Harry is and how few people he trusts in his life. Been there, done that, binned the t-shirt.)

I’ll also agree completely how HBP altered the characters considerably to make the plot work, including Dean, who up ‘til they was either a wallflower or a background character turn into a problematic male character (and also one of the few Men of Color in the entire series which I find more troubling but I digress.) because of the forcing the plot to have Ginny make him redundant before getting with Harry.

Fic writers can take those small nuggets of information and expand the ideas for such (even if I find it personally squicky AF to have a 16-year-old and Under 16 having those physical relations. *shudder* (Heck, I have problems writing any Linny Under 18 fic that involves anything more than hand holding - but then that’s my Ace showing there.) but to take it to such an extreme and petty expansion of idea is, well, not my cup of tea at all. (There’s plenty I will nope right out of and walk away without commenting if there is a tag I see that will make me shudder or get squicked.) But him being petty and sullen and bitter that he did (in those fics) have s* with Ginny and was bad at it?

I wish the trope of “immediate sex god” would die a thousand papercut deaths because most guys at 16-19 can barely control themselves, much less think of the other person to make the experience a memorable one. (And let’s expand that to 15-95 but I digress.) There’s a reason it’s called wham/bam/thank you ma’am. That’s about how long it takes at that age for a guy. (oops! Showing my age there.)

I personally have zero issues with Dean and Seamus as a ship even if I will never write it (I won’t write MLM having dated 2 in the closet and one stayed in because of safety reasons) but those who do can do.

I do find that The Author did make a bit of a mess of the characterizations in book six (and I won’t even get into how there is a discord of continuity of ethnic heritage involving Lavender Brown) including how Dean was made to look like he was being possessive when for all we know, he was being kind and Ginny was in a foul mood.

But let’s hit on that PostScript which to me is the enormous hippogriff in the room.

Admittedly, Biphobia and Bise/xual erasure is prevalent and it’s upsetting, even to me, the cranky Crusty Ace Dragon. Telling someone that they aren’t what they claim (either saying their straight, really are gay but in denial, or gonna cheat and would you just pick one and stick with it? absolute rubbish.

(I’m intentionally not touching on Pansexual but I can later if need be.)

I’ve heard of plenty who get told they are likely to cheat because they are bisexual. I’ve heard plenty who get told would you make up your mind? and the ever-present, “You can’t be bi because you’re in a het relationship” like that has any bearing on who you are as a person. Hubs and I are visually in a het relationship but we’re not since we’re both Ace Spectrum (aka not-straight - him being Grey and me being Demi) but no one dares tell him such. No one dares mention that to me, either. (Especially after my repeated diatribes on gatekeeping I experienced in the 90s while wandering the alphabet wastelands.)

Frankly, it’s disgusting. And let’s talk about those who want even more bloody gatekeeping, referring to gay men and lesbian women as “Are you a Gold Star XXX?” which is the most epic bullshit I’ve read this year (and that’s taking some serious liberties but I digress.) What kind of bullshit is this, a damn purity test? Not everyone realized coming out of the womb they were gay. Some came to it later. Some stayed in the closet for safety reasons. Some stayed in because it was a no big deal otherwise.

But to tie it all in.... to invalidate the experiences of Lavender and Seamus (and Dean, too) as calling it fake is rude at best, insulting at worst. Now it could be said as performative (which plenty who aren’t straight do go through ‘til they know for certain - or at least did back in the dark ages) but then there are so many under the LGBTQIA umbrella who have had performative relationships to either fit in, hide, or trying to get another to cure them before accepting they were, in fact, not straight. But then that’s the thing about dating in your teens and early 20s - learning who you are but also what interests you and what traits you would want in a long-term partner (if that is a goal) and also what traits are a hell naw breaker for you.

But to expect some kind of irrational purity from the outset and slandering those who had to find their own way down winding roads to where they are happy and content with who they are (with gender and expression and orientation and preferences) and to have all of those experiences invalidated because you’re not pure enough for someone hateful and vicious and unworthy of someone who has probably gone through hell and back just to find their identity of who they are.

The hypocrisy of it stinks worse than I do after a full day of hiking in 25* temps.

So in short, Seamus and Lavender were never fake. Performative, maybe, but not fake. Dean and Ginny dating? Never fake. Erasing any possibility that Seamus, Dean and/or Lavender are Bisexual? That stinks highly.

Quit fetishizing MLM and WLW single-sex relationship. 

#Great - the read-more line isn't working #what else will get fucked up today?

[hisband]

okay, so i’m trying to process a lot of fucking information about the current lore at once and a lot is happening so bear with me while i try to sort out my thoughts

spoiler alert: i don’t hate it! no negativity to be found here; just analysis. also a trigger warning for mentions of medical stuff, injuries and a brief mention of animal death.

mur.doc has been sent to the infirmary due to a serious beating from big ba.lls mcgui.nness, the most feared inmate at worm.wood scr.ubs. he mentions that his jaw is wired shut, most of his fingers are broken, he cannot walk and one of his eyes has been badly damaged.

i actually predicted mur.doc suffering a serious eye injury some time ago and while i’m horrified and upset that this has happened to him, it made me feel really validated that my theory ended up coming true!

i actually really like how they’re writing mur.doc right now. he’s made some remarks and jokes that haven’t sat well with me, sure (re: the “death” of cor.tez that i’m refusing to believe is anything but a sick joke), but that’s to be expected. he’s mur.doc - he’s always been like that. it’s an integral part of his personality. but overall his attitude has changed for the better, and i think a lot of that has to do with the fact his escape plan is actually starting to work. it’s put him in much better spirits. while still pretty snarky and rude, muds shows genuine graciousness towards the parts of the gor.illaz fanbase who have reached out and helped him. his concern for the wellbeing of those fans is genuine as well; he knows el mie.rda is extremely dangerous and explicitly states that he doesn’t want anyone else getting hurt. that’s a huge step forward in terms of character growth. back in phases 1 - 3, mur.doc would’ve been much more willing to throw someone under the bus if that meant getting something out of them faster and more easily. here, he’s upfront and tells his fans that there is a risk factor involved with helping him. i understand that the writers probably threw that in there for exposition purposes as opposed to character development, but i can’t help but take note of it nonetheless. let me have this.

while i’m inclined to say they’re probably doing it for cheap laughs as opposed to actual representation, the writers have been allowing mur.doc to openly express attraction to other men far more often. his status as a mlm is not something he hides anymore; he’s pretty open about it, and that’s also a huge sign of character growth. i’m incredibly proud of him. unless the tv show / movie decides to do something really progressive, i think this is as close to mur.doc canonically coming out as we’re gonna get.

for those saying mur.doc has been sidelined in terms of the plot... i’m sorry, but he’s literally the one carrying the whole story right now. everything else, outside of mur.doc’s time in prison, has been pretty vague. he’s just as confused about what’s going on as the audience is, and we’re finding out new information with mur.doc in real time. i really like this style of storytelling.

on the topic of mur.doc acting as our major protagonist / the driving force of the narrative as he usually is (whether fans like to accept that or not), the team is really pushing him in terms of marketing right now - possibly more so than any other character with the exception of maybe stu. they really wanted to get people involved with the chat bot today and promoted the fuck out of it. it was really heartwarming to see, especially in light of all the negativity towards him from the fanbase and the official team themselves. even though the team has been treating him pretty badly up until this point and i still don’t totally trust them with him, they want people to like him. they’re actively trying people to engage with him. this is a really, really promising sign.

other promising signs include mur.doc stating that he fucking detests tr.ump if you ask him about that (it doesn’t totally make up for that hideous MAGA merch, but it’s a step in the right direction) and mur.doc actually replying to posts on tw.itter! he was very quick to chime in with fans insisting he’s not as bad of a person as he used to be, and while one can make a strong argument that he’s just doing it to make himself look good... that at least means the team was actually taking to time to go through fan responses. i’m not holding my breath or expecting much in terms of them listening to us about really sensitive topics (like getting mur.doc some professional fucking help for his mental health issues), but at least they’re getting to see that are still fans who really like him and want to see him become a better person!

as for the real meat and potatoes of the storyline... hear me out on this, but i’m starting to believe stu might have something to do with mur.doc not only being taken to prison, but some of the other really horrible shit that’s happening to him - like his eye trauma. look at this post. at first this looks like it could be a scary coincidence, but then you look at other shit like the lyrics of humility. i can’t take the credit for coming up with this theory (i found it here), but one of the lyrics for hum.ility is “i’m the lonely twin, the left hand”. if one does a quick google search, they’ll find this:

the full article can be found here. as mentioned in the original theory post, left-hand magic is often associated with satanism, which we know mur.doc is incredibly well-versed in and takes very seriously. what are the fucking chances that stu might’ve swiped some of mur.doc’s spell-books / satanic texts as a means of finally taking revenge on him for all the suffering mur.doc has caused him over the last 21 years? especially when you consider that da.mon, the songwriter, has opened up about being a pagan himself and would know what he’s talking about?

if you still think this sounds far-fetched, check out this illustration that can be found in stu’s journal. when you put that together with all the other evidence we have so far, along with the fact the sketch is meant to accompany the lyrics of a song called “sorc.ererz”... you can’t help but wonder how much credibility it has.

and if all this isn’t crazy enough? one of the warnings mur.doc gives you about el mier.da is that this demon is extremely manipulative and can “make your own mother turn against you.” could that explain why russ.el and noo.dle have been giving mur.doc the cold shoulder for five months straight? is this something that goes beyond just the the band just being fed up with mur.doc and wanting nothing more to do with him for the sake of their own sanity? it may just be a coincidence, but it seems like a very odd and specific detail to include.

and top it all off? mur.doc suspects that el mier.da may be a soul harvester. this is far from the first time that gor.illaz explored a “deal with the devil gone horribly wrong” storyline, and i’m wondering if that’s the route that they’re going with ph.ase 5, and if that’s connected to all the previous stuff i mentioned.

in summary: something extremely strange and unsettling is going on with the plot, and the groundwork for major upcoming events is clearly be laid out as we speak. da.mon already stated that the new album is just the chapter one of a much bigger story, and both he and jam.ie confirmed that a character-focused pha.se 6 is in the works. i’m a little nervous that things are going to go horribly wrong, but i’m at least invested in the story again and am willing - yet again - to give this all a chance. i just hope mur.doc comes out of it in one piece.

#( DO NOT REBLOG. ) #⇩ ▬ sᴜɴsʜɪɴᴇ ɪɴ ᴀ ʙᴀɢ ( ooc. ) #( META. ) #long post / #i didn't talk about the injured eye as much as i planned because i already covered that in an older analysis #but i'm starting to wonder if that's going to be a permanent change to mur.doc's character #i feel like... there's a chance it might be or that it's at least gonna take some time for the eye to heal up properly

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i may or may not make a better post about this sometime, but i want y’all to know that like

as a phenomenon that i’m experiencing second- or third-hand on tumblr, the dream daddy game is one of the most unpleasant things i’ve had to deal with on my dash. and listen, i despise sitewide generalizations as much as the next jaded tumblr user, but i’m gonna complain about this so buckle up.

the first issue i have with this game is relatively minor: i don’t care about the game itself. i am thoroughly unmoved by everything about it. the project is a dating sim (which i have a generic distaste for) about men with children (which i have a generic distaste for) dating other men with children (which i have a generic distaste for). i know it’s dumb, but one of the parts i enjoy so much about being a lesbian is that i don’t have to give a shit about anything that centers men. and you don’t get more man-centric than a video game about dudes dating each other. the inclusion of afab/binder options in the character creator and the canonically trans man character are nice, but far from new or revolutionary.

i have a sub-point here real quick. i have a few things on my xkit blacklist that are just minor annoyances for me. i put “ddadds” on there pretty quickly as a result of the previous point, but for some reason xkit is finicky about actually blocking it. this is just annoying for me, moving on.

like many others, i have an automatic distrust of ddadds thanks to the contributions made by the game grumps. rest assured that i’m well aware that the grumps only provided financial backing and voice acting for the game. i’m also well aware of the game grumps’ extensive history of racism, transphobia, and inability to take criticism. i’ve seen the screenshots of the one time arin apologized to fans on twitter, and i’ve seen countless people try to shrug off their constant use of stereotypes and punch-down humor. i watched the grumps for several years of my life, from the end of jontron’s involvement through to the rebirth of guest grumps. they have a well-documented cycle of trying to avoid sensitive topics before inevitably falling back on stereotypes and shock humor. i feel that this topic has been written about enough without my input.

so the game is released and it’s good, for a dating sim game. i’m assuming. again, i have no intentions on playing the game or watching anyone else play it. but just when i think i can sit back and let my blacklist do the work of making me forget about ddadds, things start to heat up among the fans. some unfinished files relating to a planned/scrapped joke ending about a cult surfaces and people begin to panic. many people find the unused ending to be a cruel retraction of the otherwise wholesome mlm romances in the game. this is where things start branching out beyond the limits of my blacklist.

those on tumblr who are more inclined to quick judgement dropped the game and its fandom immediately, citing this cult ending as malicious intent from the creators. i expect that everyone reading this has a working knowledge of the stereotypical “”tumblr fandom”” response to media like this - something bad surfaces, fandom freaks out and labels the media as “””problematic”””, and the creators and anyone who still enjoys the media are shunned off the platform. this stereotype of how fandoms function on tumblr is inaccurate and most widely circulated on twitter in my experience. suffice it to say that most of those on my dash nowadays are more reserved than this narrative would suggest. however, that doesn’t mean my dash was spared the snap judgments or hot takes.

instead, what seemed like a tidal wave of backlash flooded my tumblr experience, both in direct reference to the ddadds “discourse” and in general against the stereotype of the tumblr fandom that demands perfect and flawless media. let me tell you, from my perspective, this wave of snap backlash is just as exhausting to watch play out as any of the horrible tumblr dramas i’ve lived through (homestuck and steven universe come to mind). the reasoning here is that it is unreasonable to expect creators to make perfect media, and especially hypocritical to expect perfect media from independent minority creators. being harshly critical of works like ddadds is undesirable because of its supposed chilling effect on the market for other minority creators. i’m getting about as tired of writing this as i’m sure you are of reading it, but suffice to say that posts about “tumblr fandom” strawmen are more readily available on reddit if that’s what i wanted to see.

if that wasn’t enough, a smaller noticeable aftershock emerged of tumblr and twitter users arguing against the second wave of ddadds backlash. these reactionary posts attempt to take a more center approach, advocating against both harsh purging of “problematic” creators and uncritical glorification of flawed media. by this point, more than anything i just want to stop hearing about this on my dash.

you see, this particular area of discourse boils down to a question of “how much criticism is reasonable for a piece of media?” or even “what is the most ethical way to approach media criticism?” these questions are somewhat of a sore spot for me nowadays, thanks to social media’s promotion of over-simplified morality. media criticism is kinda my thing, so seeing answers to these questions endlessly proposed and torn down without time for full consideration just irritates me to no end.

here’s what i have to say on how to handle these situations moving forward. it is always healthy to consume media critically. but doing so means developing a nuanced understanding of the media and its creators. consuming media pessimistically, seeking out flaws in order to discredit the work, is no more critical than refusing to see any flaws at all. media criticism takes time and effort, but that’s the only functional way for an individual to judge a work without succumbing to an increasingly-exhausting cycle of social media hivemind.

what i’m trying to say is: please for the love of god - think for yourself and stop arguing so much online. 

sorry for writing so much, i got carried away. stay in school, don’t send anon hate, hope you have a great day.

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You Drive Me Crazy - Roche/Reno - NSFW

Title: You Drive Me Crazy Author: Donnie Fandom: Final Fantasy VII Remake Setting: Sector 7 Tunnels Pairing: Roche/Reno Characters: Roche, Reno, Tseng, ShinRa Security Officers Genre: Romance Rating: E Chapters: 1/1 Word Count: 2370 Type of Work: One-Shot, Gift For ButteredBandits Status: Complete Warnings: Gay, Slash, Yaoi, MLM, Teasing, Friends With Benefits, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Public Sex, Sex On Motorcycles, Unprotected Sex, Almost Getting Caught, AU - Canon Divergent Disclaimer: I don’t own anything. Summary: Reno was nothing if not a tease, and Roche couldn’t help but want to take the bait. AN: Hey guys, it’s me again! Just thought I ought to say, if you want vague updates and to talk to me more, I have Twitter and Tumblr, too! Twitter is Sunshinecackle, and Tumblr is Writteninsunshine! I also have a writing Discord that is currently pretty dead. xD I can PM it to people who want it on FFN, for everyone else, it’s here: discord.gg/FyaWw25 This fic is a gift for butteredbandits, based on some of their fanart I know FFN people won’t be able to see it but you can ask for it in DMs if you want! At any rate, I wanted to write this so badly after I saw it, and so I’m gonna do it. Also, I don’t know the first thing about motorcycles so everything that I write about it is stuff that I have googled. If I’m wrong about how things work, educate me, please! I like learning and I love making my writing as believable as possible! Hope you guys enjoyed!

Final Fantasy VII Fic Masterlist You Drive Me Crazy ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Taking the sudden curve with another rev of the engine, Reno expertly sent them flying around it, nearly drifting up the wall to keep them on two wheels. Roche whooped behind him, pushing his hips tighter into the Turk’s ass as he scooted closer, eyes on the road ahead of them. Not only was Reno hitting all of his buttons by going fast, but the redheaded Adonis had gone so far as to wear leather chaps; If only to get away with the shiny leather shorts that he’d put on underneath them.

Roche had mentioned that his suit pants wouldn’t be so good if they did just so happen to crash that night, and that if he really wanted to wear them, the chaps would be better at protecting his ass. Roche hadn’t expected the other to change into leather shorts and a hardly protective leather crop-jacket. At least his t-shirt covered down to his stomach if Roche’s arms didn’t hold it up out of the way to pet his skin with warm leather. The fairly wide strip of skin between the end of the shorts and start of the chaps on Reno’s inner thigh would fuel quite a few nights’ worth of orgasms for Roche if he got a chance to be alone. Sometimes, Roche said things that came back to bite him, and other times, he secured these little gifts for himself that he couldn’t deny would make his week. If Reno was going to lift up and drop back down on him one more time, however, he wasn’t going to be able to hold himself accountable for what he was going to do to him. Self-control wasn’t something that Roche was known for in the first place, and with Reno jerking against him, his bike’s speedometer spiking higher, he wasn’t going to be able to keep his hands to himself for much longer. In fact, it was quickly starting to look like his hands were going to wander, one sliding underneath the jacket cinched firmly to Reno’s ribcage, the other down to grab a handful of skin at his thigh. “Never warned me you were a giant tease, Red.” Roche purred in his ear, a particularly nice grip of those shapely thighs leaving Reno lifting up again like he used to on his bike as a kid. Scooting back as much as he dared, he let himself fall again, bouncing a little bit for good measure as he sat almost directly on Roche’s hips. “Didn’t think I had to,” Reno called over his shoulder, turning a mischievous smile on the other, “Takes all the fun outta findin’ out yourself!” “Got me there.” Roche barked a laugh, wrapping his arms tighter around Reno’s stomach and holding him close, and, most importantly, still. Little movements of his hips, bumps and grinds could be achieved, but for the most part, the sudden death grip on his waist and thighs had Reno fairly well stuck in place. Roche’s arms crisscrossed to grab the opposite thigh, and his clothed prick was trapped up against Reno’s ass and lower back, each rock and jostle rubbing them together earning a soft moan from the SOLDIER. Not that Reno was complaining, only baring down more over the bike to push back into him and hit the accelerator once more. Aiming for the center of the tunnel, Reno shot them off the road via a ramp, having to duck and feel Roche’s entire front pressed tight to his back to avoid getting scraped off on the ceiling. Jostled when they slammed back into the asphalt, Roche gagged on a loud moan as Reno crashed back into him, only to whoop seconds later as he clung that much tighter to his thighs. His hips began to rock as he buried his face in Reno’s back, hair whipping against his face. If he wasn’t careful, rubbing off on the other through his pants was going to be the best he could do, so he finally pushed his cheek up against the back of the redhead’s neck. “Pull over… At the maintenance tunnel.” Roche instructed gruffly, voice thick with arousal as he bit at a particular freckle that he had taken a liking to. “You’re driving me fucking crazy.” “Thought I was drivin’ us to Sector Seven!” Reno quipped with a laugh that tailed off in a moan when one of Roche’s hands grabbed at his own hard cock. “O-okay, okay, fuck-- Don’t gotta tell me twice--” Squealing to a stop fifteen feet into the maintenance tunnel, Reno was already a panting mess as Roche’s hands fluttered over his hips and thighs like birds afraid to land. He would hazard to guess the blond just hadn’t figured out exactly what the plan of action was, yet. Quick to shift the bike into first gear to avoid them moving while they were busy, Reno started to lift his hips once more, only to yelp when his own plan derailed unexpectedly. Pushing Reno forward to lay out against the shiny red metal of his bike, Roche took his hips in both hands and pulled them up until Reno’s ass pushed against his stomach. Grinding up with a frustrated grunt, his hands fluttered over the belt holding the chaps on, and the shorts beneath it. Tugging uselessly at the shorts, he managed to get them down enough to see the curve of Reno’s ass cheeks, but Roche was looking for something a little better than just a choice view. One foot bounced against the side of his bike before he bit the inside of his cheek and hefted up those thin hips once more. “Want it off. Just the shorts.” Roche bit out, nuzzling against the other’s rump for a second with his cheek, before biting at his ass cheek through the leather. “Keep the chaps… Put ‘em back on.” For a second, Roche’s orders were disjointed, confused with his desire to just have Reno mostly naked right now, but he finally found the most commanding voice in his arsenal that didn’t tip off in a whine, “Strip, and put the chaps back on. Now.” “Whatever, yeah,” Reno managed, ‘you want’ dropping out of his words thanks to a particularly loud moan. Hopping off the bike, he chuckled softly when Roche whined at the loss of contact, unbuckling the chaps and wiggling out of them. Leaving them in a pile beside the bike, Reno shucked the shorts next before slipping back into the assless chaps that Roche had, predictably, loved on him as much as he did. In a second’s worth of good thinking, he kicked at the kickstand to give them that much more stability, because there was no way they weren’t doing this on the bike. Before he could so much as hop to make sure the chaps were properly in place, Roche was tugging him back up onto the bike and crushing their lips together. From seemingly nowhere, he’d pulled a small packet of lube, and two wet fingers found Reno’s hole in record time, pressing against it and rubbing until his body was ready to accept them with no fuss. The slick glide of them had Reno’s eyes rolling back as his mouth hung open, leaving ample space for Roche’s tongue to lap inside. Each push and pull of the slick muscle was mirrored by the movements of his fingers, opening Reno up on both ends. Reno was still trying to figure out when Roche’s gloves had disappeared, but he could hardly find it in him to care. When a third finger prodded at him, Reno’s lower jaw quivered, and his eyes rolled, back arching to push that much closer to those perfectly rough digits. Roche crooking his fingers wrenched a loud cry from Reno, who melted into the touch as he saw stars, rocking his hips a couple of times before letting out a soft whine. It was his turn to be impatient, to grow needy and useless, and he finally pulled his mouth back, dripping saliva down his chin. “Need you, man,” He croaked, voice hoarse and shrill all at once, “In me. Yesterday.” “Got you,” Roche replied, seeking out one more wet, open-mouthed kiss, removing his fingers from the other before all but lifting Reno by his bare thighs and manhandling him into a new position. Just like they had been when Reno was driving, Roche pressed into his back and bit a few more kisses into his favorite freckle, slicking up his cock in the meantime. “You ready for a ride, Reno?” “Hell yeah.” The redhead gasped, tossing his head back as he leaned into Roche’s chest, those strong hands guiding his hips as he sunk down in his lap. With the blond fully seated inside him, he gave a delirious little chuckle before rounding his hips, tearing a guttural sob of a moan from Roche’s throat. Both of them were going to be hoarse and very caught before they were done if they weren’t careful. Not that either of them were going to quiet down; If they got caught, then they got caught. That was what made this fun! The grip on Reno’s hips loosened slightly after a moment,  and the redhead took it as a sign to go ahead and start moving. Both of Roche’s hands slipped down to the edge of the leather chaps against his inner thighs, kneading the soft leather and skin in equal measure as Reno began to rock. His hands fisted against the gas tank to keep him moving steadily, and soft moans and pleas in the form of whines and breathless chuckles left him. Roche couldn’t quite see the happy smile on his lips, broken only by his tongue lolling out at every deliciously deep push. Once the initial novelty of feeling Reno’s soft, warm walls around him wore off, however, Roche’s hips bumped up hard enough to nearly knock him over. Speed was his trademark, and Reno had been revving his engine for the last fifteen minutes. Jerking them forward, Roche’s hips snapped hard enough to earn a choked sob of a moan from the redhead, and the blond grinned. Each thrust exaggerated every word Reno couldn’t keep from flowing free from his lips, his eyelids fluttering as he reached for the handlebars, pulling the throttle. The bike roared beneath them, only spurring Roche to bite into the leather on Reno’s shoulder and bare down on him, hips pistoning in and out at a punishing pace. “Ooooh, fuck, partner~” The nickname slipped out before he could stop it, and Reno was already moving on, “Shit, love your speed-- Fucking thick cock,” Every other word was punched from his gut and Reno had to pant and cry out every so often if only because words couldn’t describe how good it felt to get railed like this. “K-keep-- Yessss, fuck, just like that-- Give it t-- To me, Roche, fuck--” A keening moan tailed off Reno’s words and he did his best to arch his back, pushing his ass up just that tiny little bit more to adjust the angle. Mindless as he was, the shift in Roche’s aim only disconnected Reno’s brain further and he barely managed to bite out a warning that he was close. His tight, warm walls spasmed slightly and Reno’s entire front half went limp against the bike, eyelids fluttering and mouth hanging open. He’d have to apologize to the perfectly rumbly machinery beneath him for drooling later. Roche’s grunts and strangled moans behind him ebbed and flowed in their volume, sometimes swallowed up by the slapping of their skin and other times loud enough to echo in the tunnel they had taken up. There was no doubt in his mind that Reno’s hips were going to be bruised by the time he was done, and something about that had him shifting his position more, pinning Reno’s chest down to the gas tank with his chest as his hips picked up the pace. “Me, too, me, too, me, too,” Roche bit out against the other’s shoulder, seeking out that freckle once more to suck and bite at as his grip tightened, body going stiff. It only took a couple more thrusts like this for Reno to give a hiccupped, stilted shriek as his eyes slammed shut and his brain turned off. Right behind him, Roche bit down until his jaw locked for a second, panting heavily through his nose as he emptied out inside of the other man, thighs twitching and little, stunted thrusts helping to milk him out in the other. It took several seconds of hard panting and mindless staring before Reno was finally able to articulate anything more than garbled sounds, but he was interrupted before he’d even managed to begin. “I think it’s over here!” “Shit--” Roche chuckled breathlessly, forcing himself to sit up and tugging Reno back against his chest. The motion made them both moan, and Roche licked at the welts his teeth had left behind on the juncture of Reno’s neck and shoulder. “We gotta go, babycakes, you think you can drive?” Already, Roche was kicking the kickstand with his heel and shifting forward a bit more. “Kinda stuck in neutral right now, man,” Reno replied, “You do it, get us out of here. The last thing I need is Tseng breathing down my neck tomorrow.” “Gotcha.” Roche laughed, shifting the gear and revving the bike, “Not that you’d complain about hi--” “Shut up and drive, man!” Reno giggled, leaning back into Roche’s chest and wiggling his hips, “Get me home and we’ll keep the party going.” “On it.” With that, the couple sped down the maintenance tunnel until they hit the next turn-off, leaving behind Reno’s shorts for the security operatives to find. It wasn’t like they were called for everything, but with the city on red alert like it was? Apparently, everything was too suspicious. Either that or they were still looking for Roche’s other dance partner. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ AN: Alright, there we go! I’m really glad to get this one done, I’ve been on a pretty wild Renoche kick for a few days. Expect more of these two for sure, because they’re too much fun to write together. ; u; I’ll see you guys in the next one!

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