#the black and white people force is so strange like... the writing makes it so you’re supposed to understand where the antagonists are

[dead-dove-yandere]

I don't know if orders are still open. But if so, I would like to ask for more from Smiley, a part 3 with more notes for the dear and more delirious as if they were a couple or even Laura with her kidnapped idol

I love your writing - ☺💙

Aaaah thank you so much! It makes me happy when people like my writing because it’s one of my favourite things to do. :]

TW: Stalking, obsession, kidnap, implied murder and cannibalism

It’s been a long while since you were kidnapped - forced into the boot of a car blindfolded and taken somewhere. You aren’t sure where, but it feels cold and the ground is hard but smooth, like tiles. It’s been quiet for ages and you can’t tell if your smiley faced stalker is still in the room or if they’ve left you. Somehow, you feel too scared to look, even though you’ve spent so long trying to catch even a glimpse of their face. You can’t tell how long it has been - it might have been an hour or merely five minutes. But with a gulp and a nervous breath, you finally reach up and pull off the blindfold, looking around the room. You’re alone. It’s empty, the floor and all the walls covered in tiles like a wet room. Before you is a pile of notes. Some on the typical post it notes you were used to, others on random scraps of paper, notepad sheets, takeaway menus, napkins, pieces of ephemera. Every single one has been scrawled in that red ink.

“You’re finally home dear! I missed you!”

“Wait here for me.”

“Where the hell have you been?!!”

“We need to have a serious talk.”

“Let’s have our first date!”

“Come find me.”

“I hate you.”

“I love you.”

They’re all contradictory, confusing, and many seem nonsensical. You aren’t sure which of the many instructions you’re supposed to adhere to. You listen out, but hear nothing, no footsteps or any sort of voice that could give you a clue as to where your captor was. You knew you had to take a chance. Perhaps there was a way to escape. Beyond the pile of notes was the door, and you grasped the handle, turning it and poking your head out. You see a hallway, much like one in any typical house. It’s dark, nearly pitch black, and you reckon it must be night. There isn’t a single light on in the house. You tip toe out, trying to keep quiet and avoid any floorboard creaks, but you pause when you feel something underneath your feet. You tap your pockets and realise your phone is gone. Of course your captor wouldn’t let you keep it. You squint through the darkness, your eyes adjusting and you can make out a trail of rose petals scattered on the floor. You feel certain that following them will have bad consequences, but perhaps there may just be a way out. With no other choice, you press on.

You follow the trail of petals down the stairs and into a room that looks like a kitchen. This room is dark too, but there is a little bit of illumination from two candles, set on top of a dining table. The table is set, good silver cutlery placed just so on top of folded serviettes, crystal glasses filled with a rich red wine, a beautiful linen table cloth protected by wooden placemats, on top of which are a pair of china plates placed across from one another, holding a still steaming dish. You take a cautious step closer and see the strange, gruesome meals - a sheep’s heart each, roasted and seasoned with salt and white pepper, sprigs of rosemary stuffed in the arteries at the top of the organ.

Well, you think it’s a sheep’s heart.

Before you can back away and try to find an exit, a gloved hand clamps over your eyes, as another grips your shoulder tightly enough to bruise and forces you to sit on the chair at the table. You yelp, but you’re too weak to resist, and the moment you collapse into the chair you’re blindfolded again. You start to whine and cry, but you’re gently shushed as the hand that covered your eyes before now caresses your cheek.

“You were meant to keep the blindfold on. You’ve spoiled the surprise,” your captor whispers. Their voice is strange, neither masculine not feminine, but just in that ambiguous middle range where it’s impossible to guess what gender they might be. You still don’t recognise that voice. You want to ask how you were meant to see the notes or the petal trail if you kept the blindfold, but you’re interrupted before you can say anything. Strong hands hold you tightly in a strange hug.

“It’s okay, the date’s not ruined. You’ve tried very hard to ruin date night recently haven’t you? Silly you. Don’t you know by now that I always get my way, darling?”

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#yancore #yandere #yandere blog #yandere fic #yandere imagines #yandere x darling #yandere drabble #yandere oc #yandere oc x reader #yandere x reader #yanblr #obsessive yandere #yandere x you #gender neutral yandere oc #gender neutral yandere #gender neutral reader #tw stalker #tw stalking #stalking #stalker #Smiley #Ask #Story

[megoomy]

got a request for my vesperia berseria au designs and i do have character sheets for them so: everyone is free to draw these if they want! credit is nice but, well, these all heavily reference official tales designs so i dont want to take too much credit for them lol. you can also write about the au and take any amount of what we've come up with, i really don't care, it's all for fun.

UNDER THE CUT: a vague summary of the concept. warning for Profound Self Indulgence and Somewhat Half-Assed Worldbuilding (world...changing? world editing? whatever)

okay basically flynn and yuri met as kids in a village that basically serves as the lower quarter of the au, but after spending a few years together daemons attack the village and nearly everyone dies. yuri survives, but in the process he’s become a daemon. flynn also survives, but is deeply traumatized and gets picked up by the exorcists (conveniently too late to save anyone in typical form). neither knows the other survived. to make matters worse, flynns trauma causes some memory loss…he still definitely remembers that time in the village but its very fuzzy now and as he gets older that only gets worse. and like he thinks all those people died so hes not really trying to remember them.

flynn becomes an exorcist (some flavor of legate) and is going around eradicating daemons when he runs into yuri. he doesnt recognize yuri but yuri is pretty sure he recognizes flynn. but yuri isnt about to say that when flynn is trying to kill him LOL. the general arc is that yuri keeps slipping away and flynn keeps seeing more about him in his efforts to hunt him down, realizing that this strikingly handsome strangely familiar daemon is actually...very kind? takes care of children? helps people for no gain? and this calls into question everything that he thought he understood about the world which is quite troubling.

you can think of them as similar to velvet and eleanor. but I think when flynn joins yuri it's by choice, not because yuri's forced him to be a vessel or because flynn's a spy or anything like that. or at least, he's been thrown out by the abbey for one reason or another and joins yuri instead. (we've tossed around quite a few versions of this. we love playing in the space.)

we've bounced around ideas about the rest of the cast but i only have a sheet for estelle, who is a malak controlled by the abbey ala phi. assigned to flynn, ends up with yuri one way or another. i think rita sees that malaks are people and while she wants to coordinate with them to use their strength she doesn't like how they're treated as tools (the way she feels about blastia more or less).

if you're curious about why flynn and yuri have different fates, like, in terms of lore compliance. i think yuri seeing the thing he holds most dear, the community that cared for him, destroyed in an instant, would probably fill him with malevolence no matter what, especially depending on the circumstances. (like, if the abbey was manipulating things to create daemons or therions) yuri's like...a deeply conflicted character full of self loathing, so, being a daemon really suits him. i think that malevolence would only grow as he sees the world and the abbey for what it really is. unlike someone like rose, yuri NEVER feels unconflicted about Doing Murders.

flynn in canon is pretty conflicted himself of course but i see him as similar to eleanor who can sometimes produce malevolence but has a certain purity of heart that keeps them as pretty good vessel material. nowhere near someone like sorey or rose, and definitely wouldn't have had enough resonance pre-artorius' plot to see anything. also i think the brain trauma and being picked up by the abbey leads to him having very clear purpose and a black and white view for some time, so that helps. (look, let me be real with you, half of the impetus for this au was "it would be funny if flynn had like, religious trauma")

design notes not on the sheets: - yuri's daemonblighted skin is cooler to the touch than his regular skin. but he's a guy with cold hands regardless - i've got purple highlights in his eyes but i think of them as glinting purple in the light. like an animal i guess? - yuri's outfit is mostly inspired by his spirit gear in rays, aside from his normal game canon outfit. - estelle is pulling from a lot of different abbey associated characters but mostly her own design...i didn't want to give her something weird like A FUCKING COLLAR especially bc she's not given to A WEIRDO EXORCIST but i wanted some kind of symbol of captivity so i went instead for a golden mask. pulling from the common malak's gold mask/helmets and seres' mask. in canon a lot of estelle's arc is about being sheltered so i feel like covering her eyes feels, appropriate? idk. - i think yuri still gives estelle her nickname but she wouldn't start out as estellise so its more like yuri gives her a name - you may notice she has the flame of purification (does that have a different proper name? blanking on it) which kind of implies that she's connected to innominat. please don't ask me to elaborate on that point because i literally don't know yet. i think if i were to make her a normal elementally aligned malak she'd be water like her spirit gear in rays, but it feels like she should be Special just like how she's a child of the full moon in canon. we just, haven't really figured out, does the berseria cast still exist, are we replacing them, what would that look like, etc. sorry that stuff should be more important to the concept but we are simply playing with the dolls. teehee

#tales of vesperia #tales of berseria #yuri lowell #flynn scifo #estellise sidos heurassein #tovb au

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

I don’t know why but I got this idea in my head of Cater’s sisters being really into Ace’s brother. Maybe because I got Cater and Ace mixed up all the time when I first saw the character designs for TW.

Ah, yes. Putting more Heartslabyul boys in familial crises with the fear that their own [relative] may start a relationship with a [relative] of a classmate (the last one was Mrs. Spade + "Silver's dad") :)) That's been my favorite thing to write lately, lol

I wrote Cater’s sisters with the concept of bubbly, sociable girls and gyaru fashion/subculture in mind. There's a lot of "like" and "totally" in their vocabular! Ace's brother is 7 years older than him, so in my head I'm placing the Diamond sisters around that ballpark too. (We don’t actually know what the age difference between the Diamond siblings are, nor do we know that much about the character of the sisters other than having girlish interests and being somewhat bossy with Cater.)

Family means Nobody is Left Behind or Forgotten.

Head-turning was an understatement for the effect the Diamond sisters had on NRC’s general populace. The gemstone of their surname might have implied elegance in the right context—but they were more the gaudy kind of jewels, shining so brightly it was difficult to ignore them.

The Diamond sisters dressed loudly, talked loudly, and lived, laughed, and loved loudly. It earned them no shortage of strange looks and stares. Attention, but not the good kind.

The cards that Cater held so close to his chest threatened to slip out from between his fingers and scatter. Putting on an act was one thing—but when his sisters were present? A whole different act to balance.

People looked too closely. They wondered. All things he worked so tirelessly to avoid.

His house of cards threatened to topple.

“Is this really your dorm?” one sister gushed, disrupting Cater’s thoughts.

She gazed at the red roses that wreathed the lounge. Cards were also strung above to give the illusion of floating down. Suspended clocks ticking away the time, racking up the seconds.

“Heartslabyul’s, like, so aesthetically pleasing!” the other sister declared. “It’s like I just walked straight into a viral Magicam pic.”

“Yup, it’s my dorm alright!” Cater said quickly, careful to not let his smile falter. “Hey, if you like Heartslabyul, then we should check out the other six dorms too. You might find a place that vibes with you even more!”

“Really? But I wanna soak up the atmosphere of your dorm first!!” The first sister fell back into a quilted couch with a pout.

The second shook her head and tutted. “Let’s stop and smell the roses, okay, Cay-Cay?”

“Eeeeh? That’s easy for you two to say… I kinda get tired of smelling roses all day myself. Don't 'cha find it a little stifling? There are other places we could hang."

His sisters looked at him incredulously, neither of them willing to budge. He had feared this--their headstrongness had been the cause of many disputes as children.

"Maybe we could hit up the gardens then?" Cater offered, changing up his tactics. "It's so big, and there's so much to see there! Lots of 'cammable spots! We could spend all afternoon wandering it and getting lost~"

Hopefully out of sight for the entire day. It was more energy than he had hoped to expend, but it was a concession Cater was forced to make.

At this, the Diamond sisters leapt up excitedly.

"Omg, pics with floral backgrounds are like, SO hot right now. It's the season for it!"

“Is there a flower archway? Or a trellis we could pose in front of?”

“All that and more!“ Cater beamed and gestured to the open door. It led into a twisting hallway, checkered in black and white squares. When he looked to his sisters, he mustered all the eagerness he could. “Come on, let’s shake a leg and check it out!”

“What, you’re checking me out?”

“… Eh?” Cater whipped back to the doorway.

A man was now there, casually leaning against the frame. He wore a confident grin on his handsome face, poised with the laidback sort of swagger of a street-smart alleycat.

Riddle would have blown a fuse at how he dressed—his vest was open, his shirt wasn’t fully tucked in, nor full buttoned. His tie was loose too, and tossed over the shoulder… and, worst of all, he had the same impish glitter in his cherry eyes as Ace did. Double trouble, it seemed.

“I didn’t think my lil’ bro’s classmates would be so into me,” the Ace-like man joked.

Cater blinked as realization kicked in. “Eh, could it be that you’re Ace-chan’s…”

Right on cue, the first year in question popped up from around the corner. He crammed himself in the doorway with his brother with a groan.

“Would it kill you to wait up for me?!” Ace cried indignantly. “Just cuz you’re visiting your alter mater doesn’t mean you can ditch me to run off and do whatever!”

“Can’t help it if you still can’t outrun me,” his brother smirked. “Maybe you oughta work out some more.”

“Yeah, right! You just got a head-start is all. I bet I’m WAY more in shape than you are!”

Yup, that pretty much confirms it… They argue like siblings—I’d know it anywhere.

"I didn’t know your brother would be dropping in," Cater began. Rapt gasps cut off the rest of his thought.

“O. M. G.”

The blood in Cater’s veins ran cold. He didn’t need to look to know that something had completely entranced his sisters.

They were both suddenly on either side of Cater, sandwiching him between them. "Cay-kun, who’s this cutie?! Where have you been hiding him?"

For once in his life, he was at a total loss for words. Cater stared pleadingly at Ace, his puppy dog eyes (a technique he had learned from many fake Magicam apology vids) on full blast.

The first year wiggled his brows at Cater, then strolled forward. He slicked hair back with both hands (he had seen it once in a movie) and made what he probably thought was an attractive expression. “Ladies, ladies! I know I'm hot stuff! No need to clamor, there’s plenty of me to go around.”

The Diamond sisters flew right by him, snubbing the boy.

"... Huh?"

Both Cater and Ace gawked as the girls clustered around the older of the Trappola brothers. One sister took hold of his right arm, the other, the left, in a desperate bid for his attention. The Diamond sisters giggled coquettishly, batting their eyes at Ace's brother and toying with locks of their hair.

"Hey, cutie~ You free right now? Cuz we totes are!"

"Let's ditch our bros and get to know each other better! You're, like, def our type."

"Oh, you've got to be kiddin' me," Ace groaned, face-palming.

His brother smiled languidly and shrugged. "Sorry, my dude. I can't help being a chick magnet. Better luck next time."

"You don't sound very sorry about it!!"

"What else is a guy supposed to do in a situation like this? I'll make it up to you somehow, promise!"

"Aw, you care about your little bro's feelings? I love that," one of the Diamond sisters swooned, a hand to her forehead.

"Hot and considerate? He's the total package!" The other traced a light circle on his chest, a longing sigh drawn out from between her lips.

"Oh, BARF." Ace yanked on Cater's sleeve, demanding, "Uh, a little help here, Cater-senpai?! You CAN'T be okay with this, right?"

"Eeeh, you seriously want me to get in the way of true love, Ace-chan?" he pulled back, both hands up--distancing himself from the situation. "Sorry, but I'm not up for it."

"Oh, come on! True love, my ass! You're fine with your sisters peacing out on you to flirt and make goo-goo eyes?!"

"Honestly, whatever keeps them out of my hair~" Cater replied with a mischievous wink. "And besides, I don't want to deal with the potential fallout if they kick up a fuss about it. Haven't you ever heard of 'hell hath no fury like a woman scorned'?"

With a grin, the third year wrangled his junior by the shoulder and brought him close. "I should actually be thanking you, Ace-chan! You got me out of a real tight pinch there~"

“Yeah, and now you put me in a pinch!” he groused back, shoving Cater away. There was no shame to his senior’s smile, only smug satisfaction. “Traitor!”

“Geez, that’s mean of you to say. I didn’t ever promise you anything, did I? We just happened to cross paths and things worked out in my favor 🎵”

"Well thanks for NOTHING, then!"

#twst #twisted wonderland #Ace Trappola #Cater Diamond #twst interactions #twisted wonderland interactions #disney twisted wonderland #NRC Family Day #twst imagines #twisted wonderland scenarios #twst scenarios #twisted wonderland imagines

[echo-ri0t]

Dog Teeth (1-??)

Frieza x M!Reader

This is a little thing I'm going to write in and when i have time/ motivation

TW'S

Frieza is abusive, there is blood, there is swearing, and mention of death.

Summary

You are an alien solider serving on the Frieza force and Lord Frieza takes a strange liking to you

What is the reader?

You the reader are a species I made named the Stellargon, they're a matriarchal gladiator species. The reader is the only one left because frieza wiped your race out because they were interfering with his plans. You were a male gladiator who was Imprisoned for speaking out against Empress Malvoria Voidshard.

Word Count; 882

He regards you with disdain in his eyes; you're nothing more than a creature unworthy of the love and attention he bestows upon you. So, why does he bother? To him, you're little more than a chew toy.

"You're relieved of your post," Ginyu declares as he approaches. You nod and bow to both him and Lord Frieza before departing the throne room. The lord snorts in disappointment as you make your exit.

You serve as a Stellargon soldier for the Frieza Force, the last surviving member of your species, thanks to the tyrant himself. Stellargons are characterized by their dual-colored skin—shades of red, blue, green, white, and black—along with softer facial features and eyes. You, my dear, are a unique case among the Stellargons, labeled as an "angel." Angels are powerful fighters with a special form, and you wear power inhibitors to control this unique ability. This is why Frieza keeps you close, often drawing comparisons to the Saiyans.

The sterile metal flooring of the hallways echoes beneath your boots as you walk back to your quarters. Another grueling day in service to Frieza is behind you, and you look forward to unwinding until your next shift. The door to your quarters slides open with a metallic hiss from the hydraulics. While the room itself is unremarkable, at least it's your private sanctuary—something your acquaintances, if they could be called that, envy you for.

You shed your shoes, belt, chest plate, and shoulder pads, not bothering to change into fresh clothes. Lying down on your bed in only your undergarments, you gaze up at the ceiling, contemplating the path that brought you here. Reflecting on how Frieza discovered you in the dungeons for presenting as male and essentially abducted you before obliterating your homeworld into dust particles.

"Maybe I should've perished alongside my people," you hum before drifting off into a restless sleep.

Frieza scowled as he peered down at the screen before him. Shaking his head in disdain, he lifted his gaze to the subordinate standing in front of him.

"Take these reports back and don't return until you locate what I desire!" he commanded with a thunderous voice.

"Yes, my lord," the Grunt replied meekly, shuffling away and leaving Frieza in solitude. Frustration etched across his face, Frieza tapped his fingers against the desk while scrolling through the reports. Boredom plagued him—bored with the conquered planets and colonies, weary of the same grunts and soldiers. The insatiable itch for destruction gripped him once more.

"Tch," he scoffed, powering down the screen and rising from his seat. As he walked to the window, he gazed out into the vast sea of stars and uninhabited planets, contemplating which ones to obliterate for his own amusement.Yet, nothing stirred Frieza's interest — not a planet, nor the prospect of annihilating another feeble race could alleviate his boredom. His mind fixated solely on you, his favored plaything, a source of amusement to chew up and obliterate at his whim. Grinning at the thought, he snapped his fingers, conjuring a screen on the window.

"Alert the Stellargon, report to me immediately," Frieza commanded through the screen. The device chimed with a check mark, confirming the transmission. Content with his decision, Frieza smiled as he settled back into his seat, eagerly awaiting your arrival.

An alarm blared, rudely interrupting your slumber and jolting you awake. "God dammit," you muttered, swiftly changing into your armored uniform. Heading to your computer, you checked the source of the transmission. "Why is Frieza requesting me...?" you wondered aloud, securing your hair into a tight, high ponytail before departing. As you traversed the hallways leading to the throne room, you noticed your colleagues and peers glancing at you, exchanging hushed whispers. Though not uncommon, it still unnerved you. Had you angered the lord? Left your station in disarray? Perhaps a promotion was on the horizon? The latter, however improbable, lingered in your mind.

The doors to the throne room slid open, crashing closed behind you as you entered. "My lord," you greeted, bowing to Frieza, who bore into you with his deep burgundy eyes.

He gestured for you to approach with a crooked finger, and obediently, you walked toward him. "Roll your sleeve up," he commanded sternly. Perplexed, you complied, exposing the softer flesh of your right arm. Frieza seized your wrist forcefully and sank his teeth into your forearm. Pain surged through your arm from the bite and the vice-like grip on your wrist.

A sharp yelp escaped you, and instinctively, you attempted to pull your arm away, only intensifying his bite. His teeth pierced your flesh, and your light red blood spilled from the wound, creating a brutal tableau. Frieza released your arm, pulling away with blood staining his teeth and the corners of his mouth.

"Oooh Hohoho!" Frieza laughed, bringing his hand to his face. "You are weaker than I thought!" His laughter echoed as your arm twitched and bled.

Disbelief etched across your face as you tore fabric from your undershirt to fashion a makeshift tourniquet. Wincing and whimpering in pain, you questioned, "Wh... why did you do this?"

Frieza's tail flicked as he smirked. "Because I was bored, and you seemed like the perfect thing to bite," he declared, baring his teeth stained with your blood.

#frieza x reader #dbz frieza #frieza x male reader #/myownarchive\ #dragon ball #frieza #x reader #tw blo0d #ok to rb #please rb

[mareenique]

After reading many brilliant thoughts by others about it, I’ve managed to put my own thoughts about AMC’s IWTV and race in order and write it down. I’m only talking about the tv series because I’ve only recently started reading the books and it’s been a while since I watched the movie, so I won’t compare them. I’m also a white European woman so I’m sure there are things that I’m missing, but maybe I can still contribute something.

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One thing that was a big take-away for me while watching this series in regard to how it talks about race, is how you don’t have to be a racist in order to profit from a racist society and your place within white supremacy.

Or in other words: Lestat expresses how strange and stupid he finds the racial hierarchy that he encounters in America (and surely doesn’t believe in the race theory of the time, contrary to the other white rich men Louis has to deal with on a daily basis) but he still profits from his place in a racist society.

The show explicitly shows us that neither Louis wealth nor his existence as a vampire allow him to get away from how he is perceived and treated. And Lestat doesn’t get it. Because he sees himself as an individual. Someone who is neither connected to humanity, nor to whiteness. But Louis doesn’t get that luxury.

I think what upsets some people is that because in this adaptation Louis (and Claudia) are Black suddenly Lestat can also no longer be seen as an individual but also as someone in the context of how he is racialized = white. And that‘s something that makes us white people so uncomfortable when we are forced to do it for the first time (or the xxxth time, if we don’t learn to work through it...), because we are so used to seeing ourselves purely as individuals. And it really enhances the story in my opinion. Because the story was always set in “our” reality, not in a race-, gender-, or class-less fantasy world. But now race can’t be ignored. Just like it can’t and shouldn’t be ignored in the real world. Just like homophobia (external and internal) isn’t ignored in this series either. And it’s not done in a way that tells the majority audience “oh no look, sad Black/gay people.” but in a way that resonates with the minority audience (as far as I can tell) and forces the majority audience to think about why they are feeling uncomfortable and sit with it.

Over on my Twitter I talked about how wonderfully not sensational (not “oh look! two MEN kissing!”) the intimate scenes between Louis and Lestat are in this series are, how their homosexuality isn’t shown as shocking or scandalous to the viewer but treated as just two people in a (very complicated) love story. But I’m sure that someone with a lot of unresolved homophobia might feel very uncomfortable with that, and that’s good. I hope they sit with that feeling and THINK. But I’m getting off-track.

Lestat doesn’t think of Louis and Claudia as “lesser than” because of their race, however he also doesn’t see them as his equals. Which is probably because he just knows how much they don’t know and how vulnerable they will be in the “world out there”. But he also doesn’t tell them, yes because he wants to protect them, but also BECAUSE he doesn’t see them as equals.

After ep 6, I’ve seen some posts where people were upset about Claudia talking about Lestat as “massa” when she speaks to Louis, but I think it’s really just her interpreting not being treated as an equal in the way that comes most natural to her given the world she grew up in: She would read his behavior as racism and misogyny. Yes it’s uncomfortable, but it makes sense in the story and the timeline.

She emphasizes the racial context in her conversations with Louis because she knows that their connecting elements are that they’re both Black and they’ve both been turned by Lestat and thus belong to him in a way. So she does what she thinks she has to do to get Louis on her side. Because she knows she can’t break free of Lestat on her own.

And Lestat in that train scene is such a perfect performance of how you can be horribly racist and misogynistic without actively thinking that the other person is “less than” because of their race or gender, but simply by employing the tools that you have been handed IN a racist and misogynistic society. He wants to make her stay because he doesn’t want Louis to retreat back into his shell again like the last time Claudia was gone. But how does he do that? By employing the tools handed to him by a racist and misogynistic society: He uses the image of the cage and his knowledge about the abuse that happened to her against her. As a white man both of these tools (racism and misogyny) are easy for him to use in order to get what he wants, because there are systems of oppression behind his words that make them more powerful. Does he know that that’s what he’s doing, or does he just pick the low hanging fruits handed to him by the society he lives in? I don’t know.

But I mean, it’s basically summed up in Kwame Ture (Stokely Carmichael) quote, right?

"If a white man wants to lynch me, that's his problem. If he's got the power to lynch me, that's my problem. Racism is not a question of attitude; it's a question of power."

So anyone being angry about how “the series made Lestat racist and he wouldn’t do that” is missing a point in my opinion. I don’t think the series ever portrays him as a racist in the way that it does with the other white characters around him. The series just shows us what every white person living in a society rooted in white supremacy is capable of doing (not because we are inherently bad or whatever bs) because we live in a society that allows us to do these things, and gives our actions power if we follow the easy route and choose to act in a way that is in line with the power structure we exist in.

The racism of the time that the story Louis is telling us is set in is very overt and so we can see it more easily and it’s more easy to see why it’s wrong. So we don’t want ourselves or the white characters we love to be associated with THAT.

But rather than stopping there, we should take the lesson taught to us and allow it to reflect on how we view the story as a whole. How do we view our own emotional relationship to the characters in this context, and how do we or don’t we relate to them and why?

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Louis in the present is very rich and thus somewhat outside of the restraints still put on racialized people in our modern world. But I hope the series will keep the way they are incorporating race, gender and sexuality in the past story line in the present story line as well. So far we’ve only seen our modern day vampire(s) interact with one person: Daniel. So it hasn't really come up. Aside maybe from the way Daniel sees no issue with interrupting Rashid during prayer (which could be read as a comment about the way western anti-religious people often have low respect for religiosity, especially non-Christian religiosity. But tbh I don't think it's THAT deep and just another random incident of Daniel being a bit blunt and a bit rude). But I wonder how things might change once we step outside of that tower in Dubai and meet other vampires and see how they interact with the world.

And maybe there is also a comment about race in how present day Louis chooses to surround himself with a majority of non-white humans in Dubai. Now that he is in a situation where he gets to make the rules about who he keeps around, how and where he lives, and how he sustains himself, this is the environment he had built for himself. He is rich enough to exist outside of a human-made white majority power structure, and rich enough to have human blood without going against his personal moral codex.

That seems like a pretty perfect situation from the perspective of past!Louis. But even if we can say that he has achieved to break free from a lot of the restraints of a racist and homophobic world in the present day, he still doesn’t seem like he enjoys the kind of life he has now, living nearly alone in that beautiful but also cold and sterile tower...

#interview with the vampire #amc iwtv #iwtv amc #lestat de lioncourt #louis de pointe du lac #claudia interview with the vampire #I bottled up all of my thoughts about this series for too long and now that I actually sat down to write them out it got much too long #I should try to write more frequently and keep it shorter #if you read this thank you #I enjoy this series and the way it makes me think so much #especially the present timeline is so so interesting and I really hope we get a bit more of it during the second season #but they'll probably keep throwing us breadcrumbs for a while #mareenique-iwtv-thoughts

[jazzthatonewriterchick]

Lovers & Friends (18+ Fic)

Pairing: Keigo Takami x Black!Fem!Reader (Friends to Lovers)

Synopsis: In which you and Keigo have begun to realize the strange new feelings you both have for each other after one drunken night at a close friend’s wedding that ends with you in his bed, but because of your longtime friendship and committed relationships with other people, you’re more than happy to forget that night even happened and keep your mutual feelings in the dark…for now, at least. 

Story Warnings: Smutty smut; 18+ (MINORS GET AWAY); Cheating/Infidelity; Mating; Light Degradation; Spanking; Exhibitionism; Multiple Positions; Creampie; Unprotected PIV Sex; Facials; Scent Play; Marking; Spitting; Deepthroating; Cunnilingus; Begging; Edgeplay; Power Play; Daddy Kink; Some Angst; Hurt/Comfort; Mild Violence

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic (except for Rei and Haruko). However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer's Note: Just as note, Dabi isn't a member of LOV in this fic. I explain all of it in the chapter, but I didn't want to make him a villain in this fic, mostly cuz that's my baby daddy & he deserves better. Enjoy! -Jazz

Chapters: One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. Eleven. Twelve. Thirteen. Fourteen. Fifteen. Sixteen. Seventeen. Eighteen. Nineteen. Twenty. Bonus Chapter.

Read on AO3 here!

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Chapter Four: We're All Friends Here.

“Can you stop doing that, please?” Rei sighs from behind the wheel of his Benz. 

You, sitting in the passenger’s seat beside him, barely spare him a glance. “Doing what?” you ask dryly.

You watch as trees and cars whiz by as Rei drives slightly above the speed limit to get to Fatgum’s wedding. Your feet are up on the dashboard, your painted toes in some sexy-looking Steve Madden heels to match your peach-colored sundress and go along with your braids that you tied up in a bun on your head. 

“Acting like you’re not pissed when you are,” Rei replies. He clenches the wheel so tight that his knuckles are white. “Look, I said I was sorry, Y/N, but I can’t help that I lost my wallet.” 

“No, you can’t,” you begin, about to drag his ass to hell and back, “but you can help that you didn’t show up on time when you specifically told me 9 AM and showed up at 11 PM. The wedding started at 11 PM, Rei.” 

“I’m aware of that,” he growls, forced to stop at a red light. “That’s why I’m hurrying as fast as I can without risking getting a ticket. Cut me some lack, Y/N. I was out patrolling last night.” 

You turn to him, irked. Despite how clean and handsome he looks in his crisp button-down to match your dress, slacks, and red-bottom shoes, that does nothing to distract you from your anger. You had promised Keigo you’d show up on time and you never go back on your promises unless something serious happens. So for Rei to not respect that and make this about his lost wallet (which he found under his car seat later) is really starting to work your nerve.

“You didn’t have to come with me today, Rei,” you say, bite in your tone. “I told you you didn’t have to last night, but you refused. Now we’re two hours late for the wedding! Fatgum is probably already married by now!” 

“We’ll get there,” Rei reassures you, pressing down on the gas as soon as the traffic light flicks to green. “Just chill out, okay? I don’t want us going in here mad at each other.” You feel his hand move to squeeze your knee, but you don’t move to hold his hand or push it away. You try to act like it’s not there, like some pestering fly. 

There is a part of you that feels guilty for being so mad at your boyfriend. You know you can’t help what comes with the job as a pro, but you also know he can sure as hell take off from a night of patrolling, especially on the night before a very important event for you, which he said he’d attend. Even you got your patrols and other pro work out the way this week to prepare for Fatgum’s wedding. 

Rei’s decisions only validate what is more important to him than you are: his ranking. While you understand the pressure he’s under to be the best in the eyes of the public and the Hero’s Commission, you also understand that there is more to life than just a higher popularity number.

Like healthy communication and good sex. And while Rei is a great pro and an even better person, he doesn’t understand that more is needed to be a good boyfriend. 

Your mood only gets lower and lower with every passing minute as you sink deeper into your thoughts. You wonder how it’s possible to have a relationship like Fatgum and Haruko’s. How do two people survive for six years? When do you realize you want to be with someone for the rest of your life? How does it happen? 

You’re hoping for answers when Rei finally gets to the park and parks his car in the lot. By the time you get out of the car, fix your hair, and get Fatgum and Haruko’s wedding gift, the reception has already started. Everyone is now out and about, enjoying the dance floor. Some are on the dance floor, enjoying the tunes the DJ is spinning, while others are lounging at their tables or enjoying the pleasures of the park by snapping photos in the gazebos or taking walks. 

Others are circling the snack table where you find Fatgum and Haruko standing at their large, towering wedding cake drizzled in strawberry and vanilla frosting. Fatgum kisses Haruko’s cheek as they cut the first slice together, their wedding bands glinting in the sun. He catches sight of you and gives you a wink, glad to see you. 

The long snack table they stand at is covered in delicacies and expensive foods only Fatgum thought to add: fruit and cracker towers; charcuterie plates; bowls of salads and soups; spreads of potato salad, collard greens, mac n’ cheese, and every meat and fish known to man: ribeye steaks, grilled salmon, tilapia, chicken, and fried wings coated in hot sauce. Your stomach growls and you realize you haven’t eaten yet. 

“Y/N!” someone calls to you. You find Rumi waving you over to a table where she, Keigo, Sakura, Yu, and Nemuri are all sitting. Keigo is the first to greet you and you have to say that the man certainly knows how to clean up: he looks incredibly handsome in his tailored black suit and red bottom shoes. 

The scent of his cologne fills your nose as you hug him, tickling your senses. “Glad you finally made it,” he says, giving you an adoring smile. Seeing his face seems to make everything better until you notice his smile falter a bit at the sight of Rei behind you. “Tempo!” he happily greets, putting his hand out for a shake. “So you decided to join us losers today.” 

Rei’s eyes tick to Keigo’s hand hesitantly before he slowly takes it, as if unsure if the winged pro is serious with his cordial attitude or not. “Promised to be her date. Of course, I’d show up.” You inwardly sigh, already knowing that Rei’s dislike for Keigo will be an issue today. For some reason, he just doesn’t like your best friend. 

Rumi sidles up to you in her red dress, looking like a damn Amazon. “I bet,” she snickers, “with you lookin’ like that. Tryna take someone else home tonight, sexy?”

You shoo her away with a laugh before walking over to the table where Yu, Nemuri, and Sakura sit, Fatgum and Haruko’s wedding gift still in your hands. “Hey,” you greet, hugging each girl. “Sorry we’re so late. You take pictures of the wedding?” 

“Absolutely!” Nemuri giggles, already moving to show you the slew of pictures on her phone. Your heart melts at the sight of Eri as the flower girl and Fatgum slipping a wedding band onto Haruko’s finger. How you would’ve loved to witness such a beautiful moment! Now, you’re pissed at Rei even more. “But you’re here now!” Yu says with a bright smile. “And you look just as amazing as Sakura does.” 

Sakura blushes at the compliment. “She is right about that,” you giggle, sitting down next to the pink-haired girl. “You do look amazing.” Sakura giggles softly, reminding you of the cutest fairy: tiny, innocent, and pure. “Thank you, but your outfit definitely beats mine with those shoes. I’d die if I walked in those things.” 

Keigo takes a seat between you and Sakura, a new glass of champagne in his hand. You look around, noticing the empty seat that belongs to your renowned good guy, ex-villain friend. “Dabi couldn’t make it?” you mutter to him. 

“More like he couldn’t bribe the warden to give him back his perks after that riot, but he’s workin’ on it,” Keigo whispers back before taking a big gulp of champagne.

You sit back in your seat, disappointed that Dabi won’t be coming, but you should’ve known something would go wrong. He is in prison, after all. 

Dabi has been in your life just as long as Keigo and Rumi. While you met Keigo long before UA, you met Dabi and Rumi at the same time while attending UA for high school. Dabi, you went by Touya Todoroki back then, was training to be a hero and took a liking to you three almost immediately. It was the four of you all day, every day; a special quartet…. 

That is the one day Dabi cracked when his baby brother Shoto was born and his shit father Enji aka no. 1 pro Endeavor became more fond of him than Dabi. After that, he ditched the white hair for stark black, stayed to himself, and started skipping classes until he was finally kicked out. You had no idea what happened. 

Years later when Shoto started attending UA himself was when Dabi finally showed back up. When you and Keigo were called about a LOV attack downtown, you were beyond dumbfounded to see your old friend, all scars and staples, his beautiful, porcelain skin ruined. Even more dumbfounded to realize that he was now a villain and was against his friends. You had cried for weeks over this, being held by Keigo and Rumi, the only two who understood the pain and guilt you felt over Dabi’s new life path. 

However, that was then. Dabi has since changed his tune. After exposing Endeavor’s abusive past to all of Japan and getting him blackballed, Dabi sacrificed himself to save Shoto from a villain attack orchestrated by the LOV, nearly getting killed.

He was in a coma for a month after that. You, Keigo, and Rumi were right there beside him all that time. When he awakened, it was as if he had completely flipped a switch. You don’t know what he experienced while in his coma, but it caused him to wash out his hair dye, leave LOV, and turn himself into the police for his wrongdoings. “I have to atone for my sins,” was all he said. 

It was all over the news for weeks until, like all news, it faded over time. Because Dabi saved Shoto’s life, he and his family (minus Endeavor) implored the judge to shorten his sentence of 50 years behind bars. Now, as part of his deal, Dabi is in prison until his 40th birthday with the possibility of parole with good behavior. Since then, you’ve been visiting and calling him, making sure he’s keeping up with his good track record. 

The last time you saw him was a month ago over drinks. He had strode in with his snow-white hair and an ankle monitor on his ankle that would shock the fuck out of him if he tried to run. As part of his perks, he is given one day of freedom outside of prison every two weeks. He was saving up his days to visit after Fatgum’s wedding, but things took a negative turn when a riot thrown by quirked inmates broke out a week ago. Believing Dabi was the one who orchestrated it, the warden “momentarily” took away Dabi’s perks.

But Dabi is smart, so you know he has some tricks up his sleeve. He was a villain, after all. 

But damn, you wish he was here now to liven up this terribly tense silence that settles on the table. Yu and Nemuri look at Rumi who stares at Keigo who stares at Rei who stares right back at him. You gnaw at your bottom lip, the urge to flee too much. “So, Sakura!” you squeak, cutting through the horrible silence. “How’s work going for you?” 

Sakura looks almost glad that you asked, obviously feeling the tension too. “As soon as it can go when you’re working as a nurse plus customer service,” she sighs tiredly. “I do it for the kids, but those parents try my nerves.” 

“I definitely get it,” you reply empathetically. “As a pro, you have to work well with people too, especially when patrolling.” Sakura’s eyes light up at the mention of your hero work. “Speaking of which, will you be attending the Heroes’ Gala later next month? Are you up for any awards?” 

“Yep!” you proudly say. “I’m up for best fighter, so I’ve been really trying to go hard with my training.”

Keigo smirks at you. “I got the bruises to prove it,” he chuckles, alluding to your training sessions that have taken a pause due to Fatgum’s wedding and because you didn’t want to give Keigo any more bruises that he couldn’t cover. Yet another reason why Rei strongly dislikes your friend: your closeness. He doesn’t quite understand that this is just the relationship you and Keigo share. It’s like the bond between brother and sister. 

“What about you, Rei?” Sakura asks. Rei smiles at her, and you can tell he’s overjoyed that she asked. “I’m nominated for most fearless,” he proudly states as he sips his champagne. “Then at the end of the year, I’m heading for no. 8. That’s why I’ve been working like the world is gonna end lately. Y/N definitely knows.” 

You duck your head to hide your irked expression. “Yeah,” you mutter before you can stop yourself. “I definitely know.” Luckily, only Keigo and Rumi hear you and share a look between each other. One of them has to get you out of here before you start stabbing your boyfriend. “Seesh, look at that waterfall!” Rumi hollers, pointing to the foundation at the snack table overflowing with chocolate fondu and surrounded by guests. 

“Y/N, help me fight to get at that fondu fountain. My sweet tooth is talkin’ to me.” Rumi gets out of her seat and loops your arm in hers, dragging you away from the table. “Bring back some wings!” Keigo shouts after you both as you walk away from the group and head towards the snack table. 

As you do, Rumi snatches a glass of champagne from a random tray and hands it to you. “Had to get you out of there,” she whispers. “That shit was awkward. You looked like you were about to choke Rei out.” 

“I can’t help it,” you groan defeatedly. “This morning was a shit show! It wasn’t the fact he lost his wallet, but he showed up so late when he promised he’d be at our condo by 9. I missed the wedding because of his negligence.” 

“Seems like he’s been negligent with a few things lately,” Rumi replies knowingly. “I can tell. When he’s over, all I hear is him and no you.” You stare at her wide-eyed. “Yes, I can hear y’all have sex, Y/N,” she chuckles, pointing at her ears. “With these things, I can hear a tree fall in the forest.” 

“That’s so embarrassing,” you groan. You’re not sure if you’re referring to the fact that your friend has heard you and your boyfriend have sex or to the fact that you’re crickets compared to Rei.  “So I’m guessin’ the sex has been lacking too?” Rumi questions, raising a brow when you finally make it to the snack table. 

You busy yourself with gathering some salad with a side of grilled chicken and potato salad to hide your embarrassment. “It’s only because he’s been working so hard to get his award and a high rank,” you say in a hushed tone for Rumi’s ears only. “And when we do have sex, he’s not as attentive as I want him to be. Either that or I’m not connecting with him.” 

Rumi scowls confusedly at you, a kabob of fruit for fondu in her hand. “I’m not following.”

You sigh, realizing you’ll have to be a bit clearer. “I love Rei,” you explain, “but I feel nothing when we have sex. When we kiss or have any other physical contact that isn’t sexual, I get the urge to fuck him, but when I actually do it, there are no fireworks setting off in my head.” 

Even saying it makes you feel ill. “Sex is a big part of relationships for me. Without that, what do we have?”

Rumi whistles lowly, a hand on her toned hip. “A very dry relationship in need of some lubin’ up,” she replies. “Either that or just dumb the guy.” You glare at her angrily and she puts her hands up in defense. “Look, I know you don’t want to break up with him over this, but if you’re this upset over it, why even bother? You don’t even look happy, girl!” 

You want to point out to Rumi that it isn’t like Rei is a casual hookup or a guy you’ve only been dating for a few weeks. You’ve been together for a year! You have history and he’s truly a great boyfriend despite the dry spell and your feelings of being neglected because of his work. “I love him, Rumi,” you say, exasperated, “and I wanna try with him.” 

That’s all the reason you give Rumi but it’s enough to shut her up. “Give me some advice,” you plead. “You have good sex, right? And don’t act like you don’t ‘cause you’re not exactly quiet either.” 

You raise a knowing brow at her. Many times you’ve heard the bunny hero going at it in her bedroom with her hookups of the week, most of them during nights when you’re in need of sleep before work. 

Rumi gives you a sheepish smile. “Guilty as charged,” she chuckles. “Well, have you ever talked to him about your kinks?” 

Her simple question makes you reach back into the furthest parts of your brain for an answer. Have you talked about your kinks with Rei? You’ve tried the handcuffs, but since that didn’t work, kink never saw the light of day again in your relationship.

However, you can’t remember ever flat-out telling him you loved spankings or for a guy to spit on your pussy. And what about your degradation kink? Or your desire for exhibitionism? He’d look at you like you’re crazy! 

You shake your head silently at Rumi. “Start there then,” she encourages. “Or maybe try to do something more adventurous with him to spice things up. That usually always works.” She passes you a fresh glass of champagne. “I’d suggest gettin’ some alcohol in him first.” 

You turn back to stare at Rei, finding him chatting with Jeanist and Ms. Joke. Nervous butterflies flutter in your stomach at Rumi’s advice, but it’s something you know will probably be easier than you believe it will be…right? 

“Hey, you two!” Keigo grabs you and Rumi’s attention, looking impatient. “You gonna gossip or get some wings for me? I need some before I pick either one of you as a dance partner.” He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively at both of you and begins subtly moving his hips to the band playing a cover of Rihanna, the lead singer crooning into the mic. 

Rumi looks at him in playful disgust. “With your big ass wings?” she scoffs. “No, thanks. You’d knock me over.” Keigo gives her a mock offended look as she sashays by him, heading back to the table. “Come on, you two!” she shouts over her shoulder. 

You inwardly groan, not wanting to sit back down in the awkwardness of that table. But when Keigo gives you that reassuring smile that everything will be okay, all of that dread vanishes. “Well, she’s waiting for us, baby bird.” He hooks his arm through yours, smiling at you. “Better not keep her waiting.” 

Without another word, you let Keigo drag you back to the table with your food and much-needed champagne in hand. 

#friends to lovers #keigo takami x black reader #hawks x black reader #feral hawks is the only hawks #black fanfic writer #smutty smut #bnha smut #my fic shit #black coded reader #keigo takami #my works #hawks smut

[cake-apostate]

The Smiling Man in White

I see that phrase a lot in Submas fanfics, and I think it would make a great horror movie title. Due to a series of misunderstandings, cultural telephone, and creative liberty, Emmet becomes the inspiration for a classic horror movie monster.

Warden Ingo is haunted by a smiling man in white. He sees traces of him everywhere; streaks of blood in the snow are his coat, the dull drone of chirping Bug Pokémon is his voice, and every upturned wedged rock is his smile. Most of all, Ingo sees him in his reflection. On some days, he stares at reflective ice and forces himself to smile, “to match him,” and on others, he can’t bear to look at himself. The memory is sometimes painful, but he sometimes says he would do anything to be by his side again.

For the Pearl Clan, inexplicable happiness around strange phenomena is a red flag. Their cultural memory contains stories of Zoruark and Froslass who take the form of humans, and many a fool happily follows them to their doom. They’re also familiar with hypnosis; it’s a pleasant sensation that doesn’t fade even as wild Pokémon attack. 

Try as they might, they cannot persuade Ingo that the Smiling Man in White means him harm. Ingo can’t convince them that he’s not even being literally haunted; he’s just seeing bits of a person he remembers. The best either of them can do is warn Ingo about Zoruark, and Ingo promising to tell them if he finds something new.

When Ingo discovers a way home, he stops by and tells the Pearl Clan that he’s leaving. He’s escorted to the Temple of Sinnoh just in case this is foul play, but for most people in the settlement, the last they see of Warden Ingo is him staring into the frozen waterfall and forcing himself to smile, saying, “I’ll be with you soon.” The guards see him walk through a space-time rift, which is of course spooky as hell.

Naturally, at least one person thinks that the Smiling Man in White took him.

Over time, the story becomes folklore, and folklore is fractured into a thousand retellings. In some, Ingo is a criminal haunted by the man he murdered. In others, Ingo is a ghost who doesn’t realize he’s dead, and the Smiling Man is the reaper gently guiding him to the afterlife. Yet another claims that Ingo was a dutiful Warden who drove a Zoruark away from Lady Sneasler’s kits, and it came back for revenge. Stories rarely agree on who Ingo was or what the Smiling Man is; while Ingo is always Pearl Clan, was he born into it, was he Diamond Clan who married in, was he a Galaxy Team surveyor, or was he something else? Is the Smiling Man a spirit, a god, a devil, or simply Ingo’s conscience? It doesn’t help that white in Asian cultures is the color of death. 

One novelist finds that the most interesting part of the Smiling Man is the mystery. So they write a modern horror story where someone visits Sinnoh, and the Smiling Man follows him home. The meat of the story is that the protagonist knows all the common interpretations (and some obscure ones), but can’t figure out what it is. He agonizes over every little detail of his trip; he visited a shrine, but did he screw up the purification ritual? Is it a problem that the park he cut through at night used to be a graveyard? That beggar woman he passed looked at him funny, was she a witch? The last scene is the protagonist at midnight, a cork conspiracy board in front of him, as the footsteps of the Smiling Man approach. 

That book is adapted into a classic black-and-white horror film, the Smiling Man in White. What’s fun about this one is that whenever the Smiling Man appears, he wears a pure white version of whatever the protagonist is wearing. The most famous scene is one where the protagonist looks into a mirror, and the Smiling Man is looking back. The protagonist has a look of shock and horror on his face, but it’s slowly and shakily warped into the same broad smile that doesn’t reach his eyes. 

Ingo and Emmet are peripherally aware of the movie, but hadn’t watched it themselves (kind of like a lot of classic movies). They dressed as the protagonist and the Smiling Man for one Halloween, but people kept mistaking them for the founding brothers of Unova. Their Subway Boss uniforms aren’t necessarily a homage to the movie; they just think the black and white contrast is cool. 

So when Ingo comes back, he, Emmet, and Elesa have a movie night. Since it says that it was based on a Hisuian folktale, they watch the Smiling Man in White first to see if Ingo recognizes it. He doesn’t remember anyone telling him this story, but he says that the Smiling Man following the protagonist reminded him of how he saw Emmet in every mirror. Strange, that.

Then Elesa connects the dots, and bursts out laughing. The Smiling Man in White was Emmet all along! Bonus points if the movie traumatized her as a kid. She then turns it into a hobby to collect (and rank) every version of the story, and maybe she makes a Poketube video out of it. 

By sheer coincidence, someone tried to make a child-friendly version of the story that explains that the Smiling Man in White was Ingo’s identical twin brother. It ranks S tier. 

#submas #subway bosses #subways masters #Subway Boss Ingo #Subway Boss Emmet #warden ingo #subway master emmet #Subway master Ingo #pokemon legends arceus #pla #Nimbasa trio

[obihiro-division]

"Heroes are ordinary people who make themselves extraordinary." -Gerard Way

Introduction

Daiki Kamiyama may appear as an ordinary high school graduate working as a waiter, but at night he crusades by his more commonly known name, Paladin. As the second member of the Veiled Vanguard, he proudly represents the small city of Obihiro whilst trying to avoid the inevitable association he has with his family.

Born into a large family with a massive influence, Daiki is the seventh child to the Kamiyama family and is treated as the baby brother. Despite this pampered and sheltered life, Daiki craved to leave his pompous family behind and make a name for himself without the help of his family’s money or power. So, as soon as Daiki had graduated from his private school he snuck away from his family’s estate and made a journey to Obihiro city as a way to start anew and achieve his longtime dream of being a superhero.

Although these dreams are still far off, Daiki manages to keep a tiny apartment with the money he makes as a waiter. And as soon as he is off from work or out at night, Daiki dons his handmade costume and does his best to do what he can to help everyone he comes across. Unfortunately he is constantly harassed by his personal butler Jack, who insists on following him around everywhere.

Appearance

Although Daiki's hair is naturally black, he has gotten his hair dyed a light blue color. He keeps his hair on the longer side, often tying it in a little ponytail in the back. His eyes are an off gray color, with a mole under each eye.

While his outfits change drastically from moment to moment, he is almost always seen with a black and white baseball cap. His normal civilian outfit is that of a waiter's uniform, with a white button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up to the elbow, some black pants, and a black and gold apron, with the team's symbol imprinted on the bottom left hand corner. Daiki's sneakers are colored black, white, blue, and yellow. For accessories he has black sweatbands on each wrist and an additional two golden bracelets on his left arm. He has golden rings on each earlobe, and a silver tongue piercing.

Hypnosis Microphone

Daiki’s microphone looks a lot like a toy cell phone, but upon closer examination it appears as a sentai hero’s special gadget colored red, blue, yellow with black and gold accents. His speaker takes the form of a giant boombox, with his MC name messily spray painted across the top. An LED screen below the name scrolls with the title to his songs.

Daiki’s rap ability is called “Buffer”, a defensive ability that will block any attack for a certain period of time. Once the ability wears off however, the damage that was absorbed will immediately affect Daiki, usually incapacitating him instantly.

For such an immature young man, Daiki has a strangely calm and soothing voice that tends to sing and harmonize more often than rap and rhyme. This is due to his backing music seeming to fit more towards R&B and soul music. Still, even with his soft voice his lyrics often feel pretty childish with tons of references to pop culture, darkness versus light, and other good against evil allusions.

Entomology

Daiki - Meaning "big" and "shining". Put together, it means "great radiance".

Kamiyama - Literally translates to god mountain.

Trivia

Daiki is left handed, but his family has forced him to do most tasks like eating and writing with his right hand.

Daiki loves anything involving superheroes and as a result absolutely loathes anyone who may have committed the smallest of crimes. His scale goes from murder (the highest sin) to lying being the lowest crime, although you can rectify such lower-tier "crimes" if you take back your actions or ask for forgiveness.

He loves anything packed with sugar but hates broccoli.

Being so young and naïve, Daiki often runs into people who have more knowledge in "justice" whether they be law enforcement, martial artists, or even just a kindly neighbor. These people he will often dub as his teach/teacher/sensei or master/shishou; the last title being the highest title Daiki gives out.

Ironically, he dubs Shuu Edogawa as "Master Shuu" after repeatedly running into the detective.

Daiki being half British is fluent in English on top of his fluency in Japanese. He also can speak basic German, French, Spanish, and a little bit of Chinese in total.

#hypmic #hypnosis mic #hypnosis microphone #hypmic oc #hypnosis mic oc #hypnosis microphone oc #obihiro division #veiled vanguard #daiki kamiyama #nugsters art

[martuzzio]

Sorry if this is weird of me, but your mideaval au has me in a chokehold, and I had to write it. I'm realizing now that I don't really want to post this anywhere without your approval, so I'll just send it to you for your sole enjoyment. I guess this is my submission for the longest ask ever, as well, damn.

Feel free to post it or throw it in the trash. Whatever works.

Soap was being followed. 

At this stage in the journey it was obvious; there shouldn’t be another human being for miles, and yet his horse is rocking nervously underneath him, and the shifting unease of danger boils in Soap’s gut. More than anything, Soap can just sense it. Being a knight of the king's guard has instilled in him a certain set of skills, and this sort of hyper awareness is one of them. 

The snow had started hours ago, and now covers the known earth in a blanket. It dampens sound, so much so, that the only real noise is the clink of metal on metal, and the slow, wet clods of Soap's horse. Soap turns to glance behind himself, again, for the fourth time in as many minutes, freezing wind needling through the cracks in his light armor and making it obvious where the vulnerabilities lie. Nothing tangible appears in the light storm, but Soap’s gut is rarely wrong. 

He's passing through a clearing, a relative dip in the landscape, which in warmer months is filled with tall grass and insects. Usually, Soap follows the river towards the next town, but the land that way slopes downward, to Soap’s disadvantage. With this new development, he’ll stick to the treeline farther up the ridge, and look for an opportunity. 

The sword hilt at his side is cold to the touch, but the dagger against his thigh is warmer. 

There’s a wedge in the landscape that breaks the forest’s edge, forming a small clearing in the trees. Soap abruptly yanks his horse into it and hopefully, with the gusting wind and swirl of snowflakes, it will appear as if he simply vanished. 

He ties his horse on a low branch, and quickly doubles back on foot, towards the mouth of the opening. Sword in hand and sweating now, Soap takes cover behind the wide trunk of a spruce and waits. 

Whole minutes pass, Soap partially convinces himself he was wrong. It's a pack of wolves, probably, or the result of Soap being cooped up in the castle for too long, with too many people to watch his back. He’s rusty, and perhaps paranoid. 

The storm slants strangely around a dark figure on a horse through the snow, and Soap grins despite the situation. Paranoid yes, but right. 

Soap is a man of honor, he’s no sneak-thief, like the figure through the snow. So, Soap steps out into the open and sheaths his sword along his side as he calls out. 

“If you’re here to kill me, your method of execution better be entertaining.” It’s his court voice, run through with rich tones so that it carries. 

There's the soft thump of a man dismounting his horse. 

Soap continues in a current of sound. He feels almost drunk with the feeling of being right, and he knows it’s coloring his voice happier and more smug than the situation calls for. 

Through the snow, the figure, at first, appears to be a knight, with chainmail softening his silhouette and the butts of weapons branching off of him like spines on a porcupine. But as he stalks closer–and Soap devolves into vague ranting–it becomes clear that the man before him is not a knight. 

He is tall, for one, and broad. But his face is covered, both by a black hood and a dark cowl. Soap can’t really see his eyes, only the white shine of them. 

The man stops a few paces away, and draws his sword. 

Soap has to clamp down on the instinct to draw his, in retaliation, and forces himself to continue to complain and wave his hands in the air. Something about King Price and the types of errands he has the audacity to send Soap on, in the dead of winter, in the middle of a war. Soap isn’t exactly sure what the words coming out of him are.

The man stands in the snow, and doesn’t so much as twitch. He knows who Soap is, that much is certain, and is clearly some sort of assassin. Maybe Soap can still charm him. 

After a particularly long string of syllables, Soap takes a deep breath to continue, but the man growls in frustration and takes a purposeful step forward. 

“Now hold on!” Soap says, cutting himself off, and puts his hands up in a placating motion. “There’s no need to do something you’ll regret.”

The man halts, almost exasperated, and raises his sword. “I am not surprised someone wants you dead, with your incessant chatter.” His voice is deep and rolls over vowels like butter.

Soap laughs. “Not everyone can be as charming as I am, but there’s no reason to be jealous.” He smiles sincerely, then gestures with his open hands. “Besides, a man like you wouldn’t kill someone unarmed and unawares. Don’t sell yourself short, there’s plenty of charm in that.”

The assassin huffs and Soap gets the distinct feeling that he would kill someone unarmed, but it’s only a passing thought. 

“Draw your weapon.” The assassin says, and swirls his longsword in a neat arc. 

Soap's feet shift in the snow, but he makes no motion towards his belt. “You’ve got to be joking,” he says, “In this weather? The frostbite will get my balls before you’ll draw any blood.” 

“Let us see.” He says and shifts to advance. 

“You’d run me through? Without any ceremony?” Soap is offended. But doesn’t yet break his stance, even with the closer proximity.

“There is no ceremony in death.”

“Right, obviously. Well, alright then, give me a go.” Soap spreads his arms out, christlike. 

“You’re just going to let me kill you?” 

“Well, I’m cold, and tired, so yes.” 

Soap thinks that the lines of the assassin's body look shocked, but it may be wishful thinking. 

The assassin hesitates, then without much warning, sheaths his sword. “Very well,” he says, then lunges for Soap bare-handed. 

Soap is barely able to evade in time, and he grunts in surprise. He kicks low, trying to sweep out the assassin’s center of gravity, but instead of knocking him off his feet, Soap meets more resistance than anticipated–its like sweeping a fucking tree–and only succeeds in hooking his leg around a knee. 

Arms come down in his peripheral and Soap reacts instinctively, going low and putting most of his weight into a grapple on the assassin's torso. Then they both twist violently, and go down. 

The wrestling match continues for a while. Soap discovers quickly that they are not, in fact, evenly matched, and the only thing keeping him up, and not pinned to the snow, is his lighter build and even quicker feet. 

Soap arches, last minute, out of a deadly hold and laughs. “You are fantastic.”

The assassin grunts, and feints right. Soap falls for it, and finds himself pinned against a chest and face down in the snow, arms around his neck and a leg pressing between his. He tries to laugh, but chokes, silently, and almost panics.

Soap taps his hands three times on the assassin's bicep, a universal concession, and immediately, he releases him. 

Soap sucks in a lungful of damp air, and slumps sideways into the snow, breathing heavy. He watches his assassin lean back on his knees and breathe too, and they make eye-contact.

“Well played, that was great.” Soap breathes.

His assassin only stares at him.

“I mean it’s not every day you meet someone who could kill you with their bare hands, but it's always a pleasant surprise.”

There’s an uneasy silence. Soap prepares himself to draw a dagger if and when his assassin makes a move, but he only cocks his head. It’s an infinitesimally small movement and it reminds Soap suddenly of a wolf spotting a bird in a tree. 

“You have horrible survival instincts.” His assassin finally says, and he sounds…defeated. 

“Thank you.”

His assassin nods, absently, then stands, keeping his movements slow and predictable. He offers his hand to Soap, who takes it and is practically lifted off the ground. 

Soap brushes the snow off his armor, and smiles winningly. “I’m knackered. If you’re looking for a good fight, we’ll do a rematch tomorrow. You should see me with a short sword, I’m a beauty.”

His assassin nods again, slower, and adjusts his hood. “May as well.”

LMAO this was HILARIOUS. The characterization was so on point that I felt like I was reading straight from my own brain :D Thank you so much for writing it!! You made my day <3

(I will say this scene turns out a little different in the... other thing that's currently in the works, but that doesn't detract from how lovely this piece was <3)

#asks and answers #medieval 141 stories #call of duty soap #call of duty ghost

[yanderes-galore]

hihi Panther !!

could you write some headcanons for Colress please ? There’s not enough content for him !

thank you, I hope you have a wonderful day <3

☁️ anon !!

Yeah, I can try! Sorry if he's OOC :(

Yandere! Colress Concept

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Kidnapping, Dehumanization, Implied stalking, Forced companionship, Colress needs to get outside more.

According to what I found, Colress is helpful and friendly to the player in all games he's in.

He's also excitable and passionate about his research and pokemon battles.

Colress is usually pretty hard to read other times, however.

He'd probably become close with a trainer who battles him often.

Colress is usually so invested in his research he barely acknowledges other people.

Then he sees how well you battle, somehow catching wind of a new upcoming trainer.

Your first meeting is with Colress introducing himself, being rather formal and challenging you to a battle.

"The bond with your pokemon is strong, please, allow me to battle you for my research."

Deciding it couldn't hurt, you do.

The results proved useful to Colress after the battle concluded.

He finds the bond you have with your pokemon strong, unlocking the power of your partners.

He needs to learn more....

"Thank you so much... may I get your name?"

"It's (Y/N), sir."

"I'm Colress, a pokemon scientist. You helped me with my research today. Could you come back often? Battling you will prove useful to unlocking a pokemon's power."

"It couldn't hurt...."

That's how Colress gets hooked on your presence.

You provide the scientist a great chance at research.

Not only is the bond between your pokemon strong...

But he feels the bond between you and him gets stronger each time you battle.

Every time you battle him, he feels a strong sense of euphoria.

Colress is obsessive over you for the most part.

Delusional, too, thinking you two also have a strong bond.

He could see you as an assistant or a potential lover.

Either way, he wants to strengthen the bond he feels he has with you.

Think about it...

If pokemon can form a strong connection with humans to become stronger... the same should be with humans!

It's clear he doesn't take a break from his research much if that's how he sees companionship.

"Any sort of bond has so much potential...."

Colress may also come off as forceful.

He's trying to force a close bond between you, impatient that he isn't seeing 'results'.

To him, he wants to run tests on the bond between you.

Even though such a thing doesn't need testing.

It's hard for him to understand his obsession towards you...

So he treats it as something to research.

This obsessive nature puts you off to him.

He gets so excited over battling with you.

Colress also just has a strange glint in his eye when looking at you.

During Pokemon Black 2 & White 2 you can make the argument Colress is sadistic.

In Sun/Moon and their ultra versions, he mellows out a bit.

Colress for the most part treats how he feels towards you like an experiment.

He wants to understand his obsession even if it may seem impossible.

Which slowly results in him becoming more and more deranged.

He starts to treat you like a test subject.

Colress isn't going to murder (probably), kidnapping however....

It's a fantasy of his to lock you up like his little test subject.

To keep you in a cage and run all sorts of tests on you.

You're treated less like a human... and more of a phenomenon to be studied.

All because he can't understand normal human emotions.

"You're not supposed to be scared... I'm trying to find what makes you cause such a strange feeling within me! It must be studied!"

Colress is a scientist way too obsessed with his research, which bleeds into his feelings with you.

He can't find a way to treat his relationship with you different from his research...

Which causes him to combine the two together.

"Don't cry... we can't have tears, dear. Tears don't help my research."

#yandere pokemon trainer #yandere colress

[emeritus-fuckers]

Match-up event - Jez

(Nyx and I decided to match each other up for lols)

Let's go. I'm twenty, agender (afab), somewhere between bi and pansexual, poly and somewhere under the aromantic umbrella. Don't mind any pronouns in particular. I want one match-up with a human and one with a ghoul (let's see how you handle it babes). I study writing, might pick up a second major in journalism, dunno yet. Theistic satanist. Monsterfucker. Mask kink af.

I'm 164 centimeters tall (I'm not looking it up in feet). I've got a soft tummy and pretty good ass (lmao). You know how I look like, though I am planning to dye my hair blue.

They're not done yet, but I wanna include this anyway: tattoos. I'm not including any that could guide you to a potential result :p

Little cartoon seal on my right arm (for my sister)

Little cartoon panda on my right arm (for my brother)

Spider-Punk emblem on my left shoulder

666 under my left collar bone

A little plague doctor on my right arm

Also planning to get a shit ton of piercings all over my body. (Not just face and ears if you know what i mean), but that's for later. I like getting my nails done, usually to colors are symbolic or just a reference to something.

I usually wear skinny jeans and hoodies with some weird print. I love oversized hoodies, they are like my main source of comfort. I have chains attached to my pants, and I love wearing too many necklaces. I usually have ghearrings (the ghost crosses) in my ears and another one on a chain around my neck. Also wearing a Baphomet (like the goat head in a pentagram) necklace, a pride heart one, a matching besties necklace with Vic and occasionally a choker. I do occasionally do all out, wearing a white dress shirt, black skinny jeans, a leather jacket and the listed jewelry with my favorite rainbow sneakers and round sunglasses. With lots of rings, mostly something skull/plant/occult themed. Always silverish color, never gold. I don't like gold.

Outside from Ghost, I mostly listen to rock and different kinds of metal. And FNaF songs.

I was a Creepypasta kid. Aside from Polish and English I speak some German and bits of Italian, but very little. I can read most arabic letters (as in I know what sounds they make).

I have lots of different posters on my walls and I have stickers on my furniture because I grew up too fast and I'm catching up on my childhood now. I've got mental issues, including but not limited to autism, ADHD, depression, anxiety, mommy issues and daddy issues. I like calling them my pokemon.

I like writing (though I barely have time for that) and re-watching Total Drama (watched it 8 times just this year) since it manages to keep my attention, something most movies fail to do, which is why I barely watch anything. I get bored very easily. I play the Sims 4 a lot, but I can't build in it for the life of me. I'm amazing at building in the Sims 3. Big fan of Assassin's Creed (I don't like the new ones, though, since it doesn't feel like AC anymore to me). I own many true crime and paranormal activity books, though I can barely read at this point. I like manga, though. Currently collecting the Soul Eater series. I love plushies. I got a new one today. Their name is Pyza. (Yes, they're enby, I even got them a pin)

I know way more about butterflies than I should. I know lots of useless trivia in general. Most of it disturbing. I'm tired 24/7, but my body either wakes up before 7AM or after 6 hours exactly and it's impossible for me to fall asleep again. My room is usually a mess, but that's okay, so am I.

I'm a total introvert, but I'm also so tired with life I forced myself to become the extrovert of the group. I'm really loud if I like people, although my affection is usually random touches on someone's arms and shoulders with a strange noise. I make noises. A lot.

For some reason, babies love me. Even though I personally dislike children. I love pets, though. All sorts of pets. Cats, dogs, snakes, spiders... Anything. If I can pet it, I want to pet it. I love moths from the attacus family, I mean just look at this gorgeous girl!

As for my personality, aside from daily mental breakdowns, I'm relatively chill, just... Very unhinged. I talked about Secondo's dick piercings in McDonald's. Compared to the shit I say, Terzo's an angel.

I think that's all. Have fun babes <3 - Jez

#match up event

[munchkin1156]

Any G/T OCs?

Thank you anon, for this chance to finally infodump about my g/t ocs! Just a fair warning, this miiight get long, we’ll see! (I have a lot of em.. So the short answer to your question, yes I do. The long ones under the cut…)

First off, we have my sona, Munchkin :D

(It’s a rather messy sketch, sorry about that)

Munchkin’s a sizeshifting borrower from the sacred realm, destined to try hard and fail.

She’s gotten backstabbed and killed too many times to count, the only thing keeping her alive is Amble, Red, and the group of friends she made as a person wearing a sparkly box from the silent realm.

✨anon✨’s design is interesting, because she’s still mostly herself, with her tail and personality, whereas most people would get consumed, considering it’s a pretty strong mask… huh, strange.

(Just to be clear, I’m not covering all my oc’s, just a few of them, because I’d rather not have over ten thousand words on this post accidentally)

We have Charlie and Adre, from UCD, links to chapter one and two here and here (it’s earlier on in my writing phase, so I’m warning you they aren’t very good, also it’s mainly been Charlie, with only a slight mention of Adre but oh well-)

Let’s have a spoiler for chapter three, shall we?

(A big thank you to my sister @huggablecat for editing this, she’s not a bot I swear- I’m horrible at digital art so thanks to her for taking the sketch and doing something amazing with it… she’s not ever going to see this but oh well-)

Charlie is a Dreamer, which is a small avian race that hates humans for burning the Astrodaryn forest and attempting to destroy all magic, forcing them to flee to the sky. The seeds they have hanging around their neck are from the forest, it’s where their magic comes from.

The goal is to get rid of the humans, and replant the forest. Read the first two chapters for more information.

Meanwhile…

Adre is a human that is called cursed due to his eyes. His pitch black eyes with white pupils, so therefore a lot of people assume he’s magic/dangerous and he gets outcasted.

I don’t want to say too much about him, I want to keep him a surprise for the most part, but let’s just say he finds a small bird person and the authorities aren’t very happy about that…

I have more ocs for this story, but they have not appeared yet/I haven’t made drawings of them/I don’t feel like looking for drawings rn :D

MOVING ON-

Vampire person? For a fake fic title that’s so old Becky probably forgot they gave it to me? Don’t mind if I do~

This is Jamie. They’re sick of being a vampire, sick of living forever, sick of having no one to care about. Aaaaand then they meet a group of friends that will change that forever.

It’s like, small vampire appears on YouTube, group of friends find them there, make videos together, while hiding the fact that they are small + a vampire, and as they grow more and more attached, the fear only grows…

Now, I’m getting tired and I have homework to do (WHYYYYYYYY) and things to memorise for tomorrows test, which is absolutely amazing, but it means I can’t make more detailed descriptions, so I’m just gonna dump a bunch of art, please ask questions about them if you want!

Anyways, let’s get started….

(That one’s not an oc, it’s for the dystopian au but I figured I might as well put it here)

Aaaand that’s all I can find! (For now)

Hope you like these anon, and uh… for the people that I’ve made digital art for/going to make digital art for, if it seems significantly worse, it’s cause I suck at digital art.

I’m really really bad at it. Sorry.

Kindest regards, Munchkin.

(OH SHIT WAIT THE TAGLIST-)

@i-am-beckyu, @da3dm, @brick-a-doodle-do, @faeiyn-cant-write yooooo check this outtt

Oh wow the taglist is getting longer-

If you want to be tagged, just dm, comment, or ask me!

Gooooooodbye!

(that’s supposed to sound like how grian says it, okay? OKAY?)

#munchkin answers #anon my beloved ❤️ #g/t #g/t community #sfw g/t #sfwgt #gt community #borrowers #gt #g/t shitpost #g/t art #g/t drawing #g/t idea #g/t thoughts #g/t writing #g/t fluff #gianttiny #giant/tiny #gt art #gt writing #sfw gt #I HAVE A TON MORE OCS I SWEAR IM JUST REALLY BUSY #THOUGH PLEASE SEND ASKS ABOUT THEM #OR GIVE ME PROMPTS/TITLES/ANYTHING #ID LOVE TO ANSWER STUFF #OKAY LOVE YALL BYEE

[smokescreenstuff]

Damn @1gn0re-th1s now I'm going to see how well I can write this. Smokescreen is not going to have fun.

Smokescreen decided it was a good time to take a drive. It was late at night, but everyone was still up. Nothing was going on, and Smokescreen doubted anything would happen. He had somehow managed to convince Ratchet to let him out of the base.

Smokescreen drove for a long time, he just kept going straight. He let his mind wander and quickly lost track of time and his surroundings. Only when he almost hit a tree, did he snap back to reality.

He must have been driving for an extremely long time and/or extremely fast to make it to a forest. He transforms into his bipedal mode and looks around. He's lost. He's about to contact Ratchet for a ground bridge when he hears something.

SM: Who's there?

No response.

SM: Come on, this isn't funny!

Again, silence.

Smokescreen starts panicking, it's dark, the forest feels smaller than it really is. He feels trapped, just like when he was in the escape pod. Smokescreen activates his weapons.

SM: Show yourself!

Nothing. Maybe he was just hearing things.

A sharp pain hits him in the back. He's being electrocuted. He hits the floor and falls into a forced recharge.

...

Smokescreen wakes up strapped down to a table. Wires and cables running from different parts of his body. A masked human dressed in black stands on a platform nearby.

??: Hello, Cybertronian.

SM: My name is Smokescreen! Now what do you want with me!?

??: We know how to make and power our own Cybertronians, now the next step is getting rid of the competition.

SM: What? Hold on, you're M.E.C.H., aren't you? Bulkhead told me about you guys.

??: That is correct.

SM: So what are you going to do?

??: We would kill you, but than we couldn't take control of your body. We could do what Silas did, but that's not very healthy. We could attempt mind control, but that's too much of a hassle. We could just get rid of your dead body by turning it to scrap, but that would take to long.

SM: So?

??: We're going to attempt something else. We want to see if we can turn a Cybertronian, human.

SM: What!? That's impossible!

??: We will see.

Suddenly Smokescreen starts feeling dizzy. The feeling quickly turns into a horrible helm ache. His entire body erupted in pain to the point where he wasn't even aware of anything else.

He felt his energy failing, he could feel every component inside him. It felt strange and unnatural. Smokescreen wasn't even sure if he was screaming or if his intake was just hanging open. All his senses felt like they were being overwhelmed at the same time.

He felt things changing, small at first, but quickly grew. The pain hightening to a point Smokescreen didn't believe was possible. All of his senses shut down at the same time. He felt like he was going to be deactivated, permanently. Smokescreen falls back into a forced recharge.

...

When Smokescreen next awoke he found himself laying on a cold metal floor. He attempted to push himself up, but he was too tired. A pipe lay not to far from him, he reached out to grab it only to stop half way. That wasn't his hand.

??: You're finally awake.

SM: Wha... What did... you do?

??: You're human now. We had no idea how you would look like in the end, but I quite like your new look. Not to mention your apparent albinoism has given me an idea of how to get rid of you.

Albinoism, Smokescreen knew that word. Raf had told him about it. They were looking at animals online when Smokescreen notices an unusually white tiger. Raf told him it was because the tiger had albinoism, a lack of melatonin. Raf said the tiger was in a zoo for its protection. Being that white made it hard to blend in, and more wanted by people wanting to buy illegal animals.

Smokescreen had thought it was absurd and silly. But now he feels like he's in the tiger's position. Trapped in a cage.

??: You're very quiet. That's unlike you. Are you thinking about something?

SM: Just about what you said.

Smokescreen was already regaining his strength.

SM: What did you mean when you said you had an idea for how to get rid of me?

??: I bet you'd sell for a good price on the black market. It would help us with our money shortage, just enough to get us started. I already have a buyer lined up, he'll be here shortly.

Smokescreen quickly reaches out and grabs the pipe, standing up as fast as he can, not caring how much his head protested.

SM: No way! That's sick!

??: Welcome to humanity, kid.

The man leaves Smokescreen alone. He starts banging the pipe against the iron bars. After some time a familiar figure stood close by. Bulkhead.

#tfp #smokescreen #tfp smokescreen #transformers au #humanformers

[olivia-anderson-fanfic]

in reference to your "if you like tom taylor's writing you're white" post, could you possibly elaborate? i don't want this to sound rude so i'm a little nervous about sending but!! i like his writing, i am also white, and i would like to know any issues in his writing that i can look out for so i can enjoy it critically. i realize i'm not entitled to an answer, but if you feel like it then i would appreciate it greatly!

Of course darling.

Now, I was just going to talk about some dumb plotlines if this ever came up (like the telenovela shit and the fact that he uses cameos from beloved stories to make up for the fact that very little of his plotlines are original) but I didn't expect such a genuine answer and I have some free time... so I guess I'm doing doing a breakdown of all of the bullshit in his writing.

For the record: I'm not going to speak on how he handles disabled people. It's neither on topic nor my place. Several people have done this well here, here, and here if this interests you.

There are two main reasons why (tw for a bunch of stuff, don't read if you're sensitive):

How he treats race

I bring to the stand: "the romani smile incident".

Listen, I feel like this one was good-intentioned. Maybe. Probably. However, it's just so fucking weird from every angle I try and look at it from.

Telling someone they have a "(insert race here) smile" is already just... a very strange way to do representation. If you want to call back to/confirm his Romani heritage, which I would be all for, do it in a way that makes sense. Please. Literally anyone that thought about it for longer than half a second stopped and went "sorry, what the fuck".

I saw some people theorizing that he probably thought that, since there's such thing as a "white person smile", there had to be something like that for other races. And I hope that's the case.

It's funny... and also way better than the alternative.

Because there is a phrase like that for Romani people: "they had a (g-slur) smile". It generally means all of the things that are stereotyped about that culture. Mischievous, free-spirited, mysterious, etc. Changing it so the slur isn't used doesn't change the connotation and continues the perpetuation of stereotypes.

And then there's the entirety of this picture:

I don't even know where to start with this one, honestly.

Damian has been whitewashed to hell and back.

Duke isn't even there. He is considered part of the core batfam nowadays, so it's very strange that he hasn't been included. Especially since he's the only black character. Tom defended himself by saying that Duke hasn't appeared in a Nightwing comic in quite some time, but he has control over who is in the comics. He is the writer. And, since Cass is in the background of one of the pictures, the whole "there wasn't enough room!" doesn't really work.

And, speaking of that, Cass is in the background? The people of color are just not winning today. She's even in the background of Steph's picture, which makes it worse. Steph isn't even a part of the batfam, she can't be for the sake of Timsteph fans, she's just a family friend. Why did the family friend get to be in the front of the frame? Why is Cass, an Asian woman, considered a literal background character?

... anyways.

Then there's the zionism

This was 2013, so I genuinely would give the benefit of the doubt here... but Tom Taylor recently defended his past self by saying that "it's fiction, that doesn't mean I agree that he should have forced them to sign a peace treaty!", which means he still doesn't understand what is wrong with implying that the war in the middle east isn't a group of people trying to fight back against their oppressors.

2. Performative activism

The reason I have this second, despite feeling like it's the stronger argument, is because performative activism isn't strictly a White Person Thing... but, also, yes it is. So, let's get into his politics.

The treatment of homeless people: It's strange to see Dick Grayson suddenly "discover" homeless people in the most recent Nightwing comics, especially since he was homeless for a while in a previous run. I brushed past this, originally, though, because I figured he just wanted to address the recent talking point about how Bruce Wayne (and, by extension, his kids) should be using his money to help people in need rather than beat up the poor and I wanted to see what he did with it. I no longer let it go, because Tom Taylor has nothing to say. Homelessness bad. Yeah? You gonna address it at all, buddy? Some solutions? Some explanations for why homelessness exists? No? "Donate to the homeless" is all you're gonna say? Alright. Thank you for all your wisdom and new ideas, I guess.

The whole 'school gun violence' plotline with Jon was whack. It honestly deserves its own post, but I refuse to spend even more time thinking about it. Instead I'm just gonna sum up the villain's motivation and leave it there: the villain... wants school shootings to stop and therefore tries to draw attention to them... by shooting up a school.

Jon Kent... honestly, his whole thing at the moment is very white-savior-y, which is already annoying in itself, but that's not the real point here. His whole thing is saving the planet in the environmental sense, but Tom Taylor loves "good billionaires". He made Nightwing a billionaire. For some reason, I don't have much faith in his understanding of the global climate crisis.

Basically, if I see one more person call Tom Taylor a leftist I will scream. I am a leftist, he's an annoying liberal. We are not the same.

More seriously, the reason that I think performative activism is almost strictly White Person Thing, though, is because most people of color think more about what's going on and have more to say. Not because we want to know a lot about things like this, but because we have to. Systemic issues are our problems to deal with and white people's problem to sometimes talk about when they want some "good person points". And yet they never seem to do anything more than point at an issue and say it's an issue. It's a privileged position to be in.

And, we're done. If you want more information, try going through the 'anti tom taylor' tag. I'm lazy and don't have enough time to do any more before class. Byeeeee.

#me: i will not elaborate #also me literally the moment someone asks: sldfjslkdfjsdlkfjdkdfj #it's critical analysis time #fuck this guy. what a weird man. #i also don't like how he treats wonder woman #or dick grayson for that matter #but that's neither here nor there #anti tom taylor #to be safe #nightwing #superman #jon kent #dick grayson #edited for spelling and wording #wasn’t kidding when i said i had no time before class #ask #ollieanswers #forgot those tags lmao

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Post Chain of Thorns Rant pt.2

[pt.1]

Now that she no longer was busy treating Ari like shit and using women like objects, Anna was a lot more tolerable. I even liked the glimpses of her relationship with Matthew we got. Maybe if she could react like a person whose brother just died in her arms I would like her a lot better. And if we got to see her mourning in her own POV rather than in Ari's buried between paragraphs of her wanting to kiss Anna. 

Jesse came back from the dead, literally everyone and their mother knows it, yet his literal family barely bats an eyelid. The very same folks who had begged him to come live with them when he was a kid. Now to them, he's just 'Jesse the new strange boy'. The whole Jeremy Blackthorn plan was just cheap, I cannot believe it worked for as long as it did. This guy here is the spitting image of his father, yet when he showed up at a party full of people who had known him for years, they just drink up the American relative excuse just because apparently all Blackthorns look the same???? Also wouldn't they know Jesse as well considering he was running around London, possessed by a Prince of Hell and murdering Shadowhunters just yesterday??? Nobody found it even a little suspicious that a new Blackthorn just showed up right after that??? Whatever, the necromancy plot was just an afterthought and it showed. #Jesse and James best brothers-in-law. 

I absolutely loathed how everyone villainized Charles just because he wanted to keep his relationship with Alastair and homosexuality a secret. And then, to make things worse, he was literally forced into coming out by his own brother and his friend, and got treated like shit because he dared prioritize his career over any relationship he might have in the future. God forbid someone doesn't put romance in the first place right??? And don't even get me started on how everyone just dismissed him after he did come out. Because apparently 'nobody cares if he fancies men'!!! Where did Charles get the impression he would get ostracized if the truth ever came out??? That's so silly of him!!! I'm raging.

A few more thoughts about the book/plot in general:

Elias' funeral anyone???

CC totally forgot one of the characters was supposed to end up exiled at the Scholomance.

The Carstairs owe the Herondales because????

Wasn't there supposed to be a surprise baby that needed adoption?

Ariadne changed her name to Ari/Arati but we never get a last name. Does she keep Bridgestock since she made up with her mother?

After four completed series and six (that I can remember) dead siblings, I can safely say that the one who got the most (and better written) amount of mourning is Sebastian, of all the people.

These characters have such a black and white perception of the word and it's just annoying.

How TF did Charlotte manage to get pregnant, she is like 50… And twins.

Bridget coming into the fray last minute and starting to slay demons was insane. I love her for it.

New Belial's pact about him and Herondales staying away from each other is totally tying in either the last TEC's book or TWP.

Anna and Ari already planning to adopt a baby feels incredibly rushed.

Forever be bitter that we never got to see Gideon's reaction to Jesse resurrection and them interact.

Congratulations to Sona for making it out alive when so many people (me included) gave her for dead.

Cordelia's relationship with both Herondale is totally rushed and built around nothingness. I wish CC would stop trying to sell either as "childhood friendships turned into more" because… it's simply not that. It's blatantly obvious that despite writing to each other for years (plus the occasional meeting) Lucie and Cordelia barely know each other, and James doesn't even have that… Am I really supposed to believe that it took him as little as her reading to him when he was nearly comatose with fever to make him fall in love with her?

It was very nice to see all the characters finally come together and interact as a group.

Lucie and Jesse best ship.

If Tessa hadn't been so stubborn about keeping her head under sand about the identity of her father and had acted accordingly (especially when Jem did all the research work for her and clearly warned her that her father was one of the Princes of Hell) all that mess about getting the Institute removed from their custody would have been avoided. Not to mention, she could have had her children learn how to defend themselves, insead of leaving them to fend off alone until the problem became too big to ignore.

The falling out for the necromancy plot was incredibly underwhelming.

I don't think we are ever getting another (accurate) family tree.

#the last hours #the shadowhunter chronicles #chain of thorns #chain of thorns spoilers #anna lightwood #jesse blackthorn #charles fairchild #tessa gray

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Once you see how race plays a part in shipping wars and etc you can’t unsee it. I’ve noticed this for years and I’ve considered really studying it and writing about it. You have to talk about race when it comes to Dick and shipping. A trend I noticed too is that predominantly a majority of DickBabs fans are white so when the questions of race or how other Dick ships are treated in comparison you start seeing how certain fans talk. But the thing that really captures my interest is that the defense that comes to defend Barbara is very loud, but when other characters like Koriand’r or Helena or Shawn or Bea etc need defending suddenly those Barbara defenders are very quiet and those who do defend said characters are seen as silly or are “mean” about it when the majority of those fans are poc. And this might piss off some people but the way Catalina Flores was created by a white woman and portrayed her the way she was WAS offensive because white DC writers have repeatedly made woc r*pists while also making the hero’s love interest at the time a white woman.

Oh yeah! I see it too! Ive complained about it multiple times. Both Dick and Babs have had POC love interests and have been very happy with them. Babs herself has been with Luke Fox TWICE and even married a Black Man in Batman Beyond. But the Batgirl fans are sooo silent about it. They hardly even acknowledge it. The writers even go out of their way to embarrass these relationships like having Babs OOC break up with Luke or forcing Dick Babs moments in the Batman Beyond comics. And the same with Dick. Having the villain tell Helena that Babs wa prettier than her. Even comparing Helena and Babs during the rebirth era was racist AF in BOP. They practically turned Bea into stepping stone for Dick Babs having her tell Dick to return to the Batfam. And I notice a lot of Kory fans have been acting strange since they hired a black woman to play Kory. DC has a habit of doing the worst shit possible to their WOC characters. When they race bent Catwoman in the comics, she became a stripper/prostitute. And you know what makes it WORSE with Barbara Gordon? IS that she literally WAS created as a way for the white male protagonist Batman TO NOT date the new black female Catwoman in the 66' yup? Babs was created soley because of racism and the network at the time being anti-interracial relationships. Needless to say, DC has a habit of using Babs to make sure thier stoic white men never fall in love with WOC. Tim Drake dated two black girls. Both are hardly remembered by Tim Drake fans and when they do bring it up, they are extremely negative about it. Batman himself has dated two black women, i mean he fell in love with them. But the writers LITERALLY, had her committed to a mental institution for the rest of her life because she used so much of her power to save Bruce, that it mentally caused her to be a like a 3 years old forever. And then Jezebel Jet literally betrayed him and then had her head torn off by freaking Talia al Ghul. So unnecessary. Talia Al Ghul was turned into a rapist that nobody liked. It's just tired at this point. And don't even get me started on how Young Justice creators made a point to say that Dick Babs or Dick Zatanna happened on and off screen, but Dick Rocket was only mentioned in passing, if at all, after that on screen. They never had Dick Rocket interacting like Dick Babs or Dick Zatanna, despite the fact he dated her for a while too. And then they thought I wouldn't notice that 90% of the villains in season 4 weren't black lmao you thought Young Justice. Despicable.

I even low key believe that the depiction of Amanda Waller is racist as well.

I really want Dick's end game to be with a black woman or black, biracial woman just to see the fandom fucking seethe.

#racism #dc comics #dc comics is racist? #nightwing #my2cents #dick grayson #canonvsfanon #batgirl #barbara gordon #antinightwingships #young Justice #Rocket #amanda waller #talia al ghul #jezebel jet #tim drake