#stayed gone parody

[scorpionosaint]

Found this gem just now and I had to share it

[pintrestparasite]

had a thought checking the art updates in the rodamrix discord and decided to give it life (tw for swearing)

[ushiromiyacestcentral]

Beatrice: “ Ugh! That meddlesome orange Twink cat is back!”

Virgilla: “ You mean Bernkastel? I thought she was gone for good”

Beatrice: “ no! I mean the orange one! It has 3500 million years since I last saw him!”

Virgilla: “ Are you still angry about him beating you during an gameboard?”

Beatrice: “ Of course I’m not!”

Virgilla: “ I see…”

Beatrice: “ Myself and things in general have changed a lot since I last saw him”

Virgilla: “ Have they really?”

Beatrice: “ I need to send a message of who’s really in charge in Rokkenjima!”

Virgilla: “ Here we go again…”

Beatrice’s verse

Welcome home

I’m gonna make you wished that you stayed gone

Say hello to my new status quo

Everyone knows they’ll be an brand new twilight

Turn the Metaverse on

Top of the hour,

and we’re discussing a certain orange cat who has been spotted running around Rokkenjima

After a millennium long absence

Did anyone miss him?

Did anyone notice?

More on tonight’s program

The so called “ fearless hero” is back in town

Why is he hanging around?

What does that mean for the Ushiromiya Family?

Well hardly I got good news

He’s a loser, a fossil,

And I don’t mean to sound hostile,

But the fearless hero is a coward!

You can take that as gospel

Trying to pull my game’s sponsors? Impossible!

I’m visible

He’s barely on his toes

Stop giving that damn cat the time of day

Don’t listen an ounce of truth he says

I hope he had a nice retirement!

But he should’ve stayed away!

While he hid behind his charm

We’d found that it only caused him harm.

Now his presence

Is getting extremely rare

Rokkenjima’s better since he’d split

Where’s he been?

I say it in red!

( Puss in boots’s verse)

Wenos Dias good to be back on the air!

Yes I know it’s been awhile

Since someone with style held the truth debates detectives rejoice!

Beatrice: what a dated voice…

Instead of an clout chasing mediocre supposed golden witch crime podcast

Beatrice: oh come on!

Is old Beato insecure?

Forgetting her appeal?

Switching between this fad and that?

Is nothing working?

Beatrice: ignore his ranting!

Everyday she got a new crime reviewing format!

Beatrice: “ you’re looking at the future! He’s the bloodshed before that!”

Is Beato as strong as she purports ?

Or is it based on her support?

She’d be powerless with no goat following!

Beatrice: “Oh, Please!”

And here’s the sweetener in the milk

She asked me to join her team

Beatrice: Shut up!

I said no and she got all haughty

The milk is served

Beatrice: “ You womanizer almond milk loving freak! I’ll make you taste t-true endless torment!”

Uh-oh the bimbo’s form is breaking!

Beatrice: “ I’ll kill you you L-little!”

Looks like for you amigo, your form has completely lost shape!

>>>> Puss is in the metaworld

Time for us to start…

I’m gonna make you wish that I’ve stayed gone….

Feel free to mouth off to me…

When I’m done…

Your rokkenjima catbox will know it’s race is run…

Oh this will be an excellent challenge..

[demonangelgirl134]

Stayed Gone

Roxy and Black Hat cover (since she was the first to ever defeat him in my au)

Black Hat: THAT GODDESS IS BACK!!

Dr. Flug: Yeah, I thought she was gone for good, too!

Black Hat: It's been seven years!

Dr. Flug: Are you still pissed that she beat you that one time?

Black Hat: Uh F*ck you!

Dr. Flug: I'm just saying, sir

Black Hat: Things have changed a lot since she left town.

Dr. Flug: That's for sure

Black Hat: I need to send a message of who's really in charge of things now!

🎶🎶🎶

Welcome home!

I'm gonna make you wish that you'd stayed gone!

Say hello to a new status quo

Everyone knows that there's a brand new dawn

Turn the TV on!

Director: Camera speeds. Rolling in 3.. 2.. 1

Staff: Welcome to the show!

Black Hat: Top of the hour, and we're discussing a certain has-been who has been spotted cavorting around town after a seven year absence! Did anybody miss her? Did anybody notice? More on tonight's program! So the Phoenix demon is back in town! Why's she hanging around? What does that mean for your villainous empires? Well, handily, I've got good news for you! She's a loser, a fossil, and I don't mean to sound hostile, but THE DEMON IS A COWARD!

Black Hat: You can take that as gospel! pulling my viewers? Impossible! I'm evil, She's barely audible! Stop giving her the time of day! Don't listen to a word she'd say! I hope she had a nice vay-cay, but SHE SHOULD'VE STAYED AWAY!

While she hid in the underworld, all we villains took control! Now, her medium is getting bloody rare!

The world's been better since she split!

Where's she been? WHO GIVES A SHIT!?

Roxy: Salutations! It's good to be back on the air!

Yes, I know it's been a while since someone in power treated the world to a broadcast. CITIZENS REJOICE!

What a dated voice!

Instead of a temperamental mediocre bad guy

Come on!

Is Black Hat insecure, pursuing allure? Fitting between his fad and that? Is nothing working?

IGNORE HER CHIRPING!

Every day, he's got a new format!

You're looking at the future! She's the SHIT THAT COMES BEFORE THAT!

Is Black Hat as strong as he purports? Or is it based on his support? He'd be powerless without his three henchmen!

Oh, please!

And here's the sugar on the cream! He asked me to join his team!

Hold on!

I said no, and now he's pissy, that's the tea!

YOU Ø–ŒŁĐ TIMEY BÎÞÇĤ! I'LL SHOW YOU SUFF‐ƏŔ-ËŘING!¡!

Uh oh! The hat demon is buffering!

I'LL DESTROY-Ƴ ƳØŲúÒœø

I'm afraid you've lost your signal.

🎶🎶🎶

Let's begin.

I'm gonna make you wish that I'd stayed gone

Tune on in

When I'm done

Your evil status quo will know its race is run

Oh, this will be fun

[coffeeluv3r]

Secret love affair⋆˚࿔

⋆Pairing: 𝖯𝖺𝗂𝗀𝖾 𝖡𝗎𝖾𝖼𝗄𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗑 𝖱𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

⋆Word Count: 900

⋆Summary: 𝖫𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝖺 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝗎𝗆𝗉𝗁, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖯𝖺𝗂𝗀𝖾, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗋𝗎𝗍𝗁 𝗆𝖺𝗒 𝖻𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗁. 𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝖿𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗌, 𝗐𝖺𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇 𝗈𝗉𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇.

⋆Genre: 𝖠𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗅

⋆Author’s corner: 𝗁𝖾𝗒𝗒, 𝗂 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝗎 𝗀𝗎𝗒𝗌 𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒𝖾𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖺𝗌 𝗂 𝗐𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌!- 𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝗇𝖾'𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗍, 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗋𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗍𝗒 lmao

credits to @dollywons for this cute af dividers!

The arena roared, but all I heard was the frantic thump of my own heart. The air was thick with the scent of sweat and victory, the metallic tang of adrenaline sharp on my tongue. Paige, a blur of blonde ponytail and UConn blue, sliced through the defense, her movements poetry in motion. The symphony of squeaking sneakers and strategic dribbles filled the court, each beat a pulse of inevitability. Then—release. The ball arced, spinning through the air like it was destined for greatness.

Swish. Game point. Victory.

The crowd erupted, a tidal wave of screams and stomping feet, but I stood frozen on the sidelines, drowning in the noise. I should have been ecstatic. Everyone around me was. But a knot of dread coiled tight in my stomach, suffocating the elation before it could even form. Another win meant another wave of attention, another round of interviews, another barrage of cameras capturing her every move. And with each flash, the pressure mounted, crushing me under its weight.

Paige and I were a secret. A stolen kiss in the empty locker room after practice, hushed whispers on late-night phone calls, intertwined fingers under the table at a crowded restaurant, hoping—praying—no one noticed. It was beautiful, fragile, and terrifying.

I knew why. Paige was a phenomenon. A star. A brand. Coming out as queer, especially with someone as...unremarkable as me, was a risk. She had endorsements, sponsorships, and an image to maintain. I understood, logically. But understanding didn’t make it hurt any less.

After the game, confetti rained down like a cruel parody of celebration, a stark contrast to the gray cloud settling over me. I waited by the tunnel, forcing a smile for the fans shoving their phones in my face, eager to glimpse their superstar. Finally, she appeared, radiant and electric, her face flushed with triumph.

Our eyes met. And for a fleeting second, I saw everything: relief, love, a plea for understanding. Then, just as quickly, the moment was gone, swallowed by the throng of reporters who had already begun circling like vultures.

"Paige! Huge game! Thoughts?"

"Paige, what's next for the Huskies?"

"Paige, any words for your fans?"

I watched as she navigated their questions easily, her voice steady, her answers polished and professional. She spoke about teamwork, dedication, about the future of UConn basketball. Not a single mention of the person who had stayed up all night with her, calming her pre-game jitters. Not a single acknowledgment of the hand that would be cold and empty on the drive home.

Later, my phone buzzed.

“Drinks with the team. Raincheck?”

Raincheck. That word had become the soundtrack of our relationship. Raincheck on date nights, raincheck on introducing me to her family, raincheck on simply existing together in the light. Everything was a raincheck, perpetually postponed to a mythical future where the stars aligned, and the world was ready for us.

That night, I didn’t reply.

The silence stretched for days. I avoided the arena, the TV, and even social media. Every notification, every news article, was a reminder of the chasm growing between us. The chasm is built of fear, ambition, and the crushing weight of public opinion.

When she finally showed up at my apartment, her eyes were red-rimmed, her fingers trembling as she clutched the hem of her sweatshirt. "What's going on?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper.

“Why are you ignoring me?” she asks in a hurt tone.

"You know what's going on, Paige." My voice was steel wrapped in glass, fragile and sharp all at once.

"I’m tired of being a secret. I’m tired of hiding."

"But I can't..." She trailed off, her gaze dropping to the floor. "Not yet. I just need more time."

"Time for what?" My voice cracked, raw with unshed tears. "Time for everyone else to be okay with us? Time for you to decide if I'm worth risking your image?"

"That's not fair," she said, her voice rising, defensive. "You know I care about you."

"Caring isn’t enough, Paige. I need more than stolen moments and whispered white lies promises. I need you to be proud of me. I need you to want to show me off to the world."

“Can’t you do that for me? For us?” I pleaded. She stayed silent.

“Paige, please say something,” I begged, my voice shaking as tears ran from my eyes uncontrollably.

Why isn’t she saying anything?

Why?

Why?

Just why.

The silence that followed was suffocating. I saw it then—the truth, etched in the tight set of her jaw, in the flicker of fear behind her eyes. She wasn’t ready. And I couldn’t wait any longer. Her silence was the only answer I needed.

"I can't do this anymore," I whispered, my voice breaking.

Tears slipped down her cheeks, carving silent paths of regret. "Please, don’t go. Please stay."

But I had to. For my sanity. For my self-respect. I couldn’t keep sacrificing my happiness for a future that might never arrive.

"Goodbye, Paige." I said, turning away.

The door clicked shut behind me, the sound slicing through the quiet like a final, irreversible decision. As I walked away, I imagined the headlines that would eventually break, the whispers that would follow Paige and the scrutiny that would descend upon her. I hoped, with a selfish pang, that she would regret her choice. But mostly, I hoped that one day, she would find the courage to be true to herself, even if it cost her everything.

Because in the end, love shouldn’t be a secret. It should be a victory, celebrated with as much passion and fervor as a game-winning shot.

And I deserved nothing less.

[fuck-i-like-too-much-stuff]

One thing i love about the PeBaCa trio is that each pair has such unique experiences with the industry, and while i am not entirely aware of the experiences in their entirety, i know just by observing them today that there is true love and friendship that has stayed the foundation for them.

Like with Off and Gun, they are famously the couple that has never broken up and has the highest number of shows any BL pairing does. They are consistently acting together and separately, and their chemistry has never once faltered. Observing footage of them from a decade back to now, you can clearly see how much theyve grown and matured in every possible way and yet have not let go of each other's hands even a bit.

With Tay and New, they have given new meaning to the multiple nature of pairings with acting in romantic roles and platonic roles alongside each other and consistently delivering on chemistry each time. They have amazing banter and even better support for each other, which just goes to show how there is so much love and comfort between them.

Krist and Singto, the comeback kings, the ones who everyone thought were gone. Yet, there is a show thats going to air with them as leads, a parody about their own life story in less than 2 weeks. They have both developed themselves into becoming the best in their fields, parallely and together. Then found each other again. To return to something that you once left with bittersweet memories because of the one person who held onto the sweetness, if that isn't trust and love i have no clue what is.

I dont know, i just find them to be great examples of how great this industry can be despite the ugliness in the truth it lives. And how these people have stood really strong as pillars for it despite the harm it has caused to them. Because they give a fuck about it, about each other and about all the people who dream to one day make it to where they are and beyond.

[liulith]

Some of my favorite Vox animatics and parodies so far

because why not?

A few Christian Borle moments with Vox by onyx_superbia

Alastor vs Vox: Megamind fan animatic by sashka

Alastor's attention by @lucdoodle

Dentist! 🎵by @rgokfire

Don't say yes until I finish talking! 🎵 by I.V.Y

Everyone hates Vox parody by Tomotasauce (Vox & The Vees)

H.Y.C.Y.BH 🎵 (Vox & everyone) by hailspideysevil and raso4

Horny Angry Tango 🎵 (Vox/Alastor) by ratcuaxhe

How Vox handles a breakup by Ozcollo

I awoke and I knew who I was by @1spooky2me

Masochism Tango 🎵 (Vox/Alastor) by una_chamba_es_vital

Meant to Be Yours (Heathers) 🎵 (Vox -> Alastor) by M. Shiro

Obsessed with you 🎵(Vox -> Alastor) by @lucdoodle

Passing On (do you think you can outrun the world?) (Vox & Alastor) by cinnamon

Power Glove (Knife Party) 🎵 by Jinz Neolight

sir pentious getting the watch in ep 2: by bublgumxds

Shiny 🎵(Vox & Charlie) by spoonyspine

Soccer dad Vox by @meteorito618

Stayed Gone but you're the other Vees by RIPFunkyboy

That's a Weird Cat!! by @honiaoma

The Bidding 🎵(staticmoth) by I.V.Y

The Pitiful Children 🎵 (Vox -> Alastor) by ratcuaxhe

Two Birds on a Wire 🎵(Vox -> Alastor) by i.v.y

Valentino 🎵 (Val/Angel, VoxVal) (mind the warnings!!) by Raphielle II

Valentino texts Vox 🎵(Mixed messages) by @lucdoodle

Vox after he learned Alastor was back (Mean Girls) by I.V.Y

Vox and Val's Twitter argument parody by cjdoesva

Vox is Lord Business by Ozcollo

Vox Kills Alastor (The Vees + Alastor) by Ringo Dingo

Vox's greatest enemy by Tomotasauce

Vox's presentation (Vox & The Vees) by Prim

Vox's Rejection by @honiaoma

Vox vs the IRS by Ozcollo

Voxtek Ad (Gravity Falls) by spoonyspine

Welcome to the Vox Era by ozcollo

Well That Backfired (Vox & Sir Pentious vs Alastor) by @cynthesia_07

What if they got along? (Alastor & Vox as friends) by @cynthesia_07

[misseviehyde]

SHADOWS

My ex-boyfriend James is sooooo fucking weak and pathetic. I hate and despise him with every part of my soul. He is everything that is wrong with men these days. Indecisive, overly sensitive, small and pathetic. What a fucking loser.

His twin brother Jason by comparison is a God. He is the man I now desire. Once I despised and hated Jason, but now he is everything I seek in a man. Tall, strong, rich, dominant... he makes me so fucking wet. My new boyfriend is a total Alpha. The longer I stay around him the more feminine I feel. I love what he does to me.

But I'm getting ahead of myself. Let me explain how this all started...

Once I was the nerdiest girl at school. It seems insane to say it now, given how popular I am, but there was a time when I couldn't name six fashion designers or contour my makeup or suck off three boys at once in the cheerleaders locker room. I was a fucking loser.

Terrible skin, flat chested, nerdy glasses and goofy teeth. No. I was once plain little Melanie. I even had ginger hair. No wonder everyone bullied me. Popular rich bitch Madison didn't even exist. I was a fucking nobody.

My life consisted of science fairs, anime and role-playing games. Not the fun role playing games where you dress as a sexy school girl and get railed by a hot guy... no... the loser ones where you pretend to be an elf.

To my shame I was even into LARPIng. Live action role play. Each Friday night, me, James, Jason and our other buddies would go into the local woods to play.

We would run around the woods pretending to be on adventures. Fuckkkk it was so pathetic, I feel a major ick just thinking about it.

Jason wasn't the God he would later become at this point. He and James basically looked the same. I don't know why I had chosen James as my boyfriend. I guess he was slightly more confident and had asked me out first. He and Jason basically looked and acted the same though. Many people couldn't even tell them apart. Even me sometimes.

Then Jason found the shadow and everything changed.

As part of our role playing experience we sometimes brought props along and Jason had found this creepy looking glass bottle in a charity shop. It was opaque and stoppered with a wax cork. Perhaps it held a liquid of some kind? Sometimes it looked like there was something dark swirling inside, but it was kind of hard to tell.

We needed a prop to represent an evil demon that was trapped in a bottle so Jason had brought out the bottle.

As usual the group had split up. It was dark now and I was on my own. I had on my favourite druid costume (ughhh so fucking fugly) and I was creeping through the woods under the moonlight.

Suddenly I saw Jason through a gap in the trees. He was on his own too and carrying the bottle. I headed towards him, he hadn't seen me... in fact he wasn't really paying proper attention to his surroundings, which is maybe why he suddenly tripped over a tree root.

The bottle span from his hands and smashed against the ground with a musical tinkle.

I had a perfect view of everything. Jason was lit by the moonlight, his scrawny body shivering and his eyes wide with fear as a rolling mass of black shadows erupted from the smashed bottle and flowed towards him.

I wanted to scream but my voice had left me and I could only put my hands to my mouth like a parody of some dumb anime girl as the shadows flowed into Jason. Black smoke forced its way down his throat, into his nose. It wrapped and enveloped him, melting and merging into his body.

Then it was gone.

But the scene was not over.

Jason let out a cry, or maybe it was a moan. I watched in horrified fascination (and now I'm happy to admit a little bit or arousal) as I watched him change. Jason... my God... was being born.

Muscles rippled and swelled under his skin, causing his shirt to rip and his fantasy style breeches to bulge. He tore his top off to reveal a rippling six back and toned muscles as his skin flowed like wax and he changed and transformed. He grew taller and bigger, more handsome too as his face became more masculine and his hair cut more stylish.

Grunting and grinning Jason ripped off his pathetic role playing costume and stretched confidently. He was entirely naked now and I gasped in arousal as I saw his magnificent ass and his perfect cock. As I watched it was growing. Ten inches of thick white meat now hung between his huge thighs and I almost salivated as I beheld his perfect manly body.

Jason confidently stretched his body, clearly enjoying how it felt. He grinned perfect white teeth and his eyes, once mild and nerdy shone with ambition and dark desire. He clicked his fingers and there was a wisp of smoke as a stylish black shirt and designer jeans encased his new perfect body. He now looked like a male super model and he strode off through the woods chuckling, leaving me breathing heavily and wondering if I was losing my mind.

***

I ran through the woods. Back then I was ungainly and lacking athletic ability. Whereas now I hit the gym daily and can bend into nearly any position (especially when fucking) I was a fucking loser, so I made quite the noise as I crashed through the trees.

James and the others soon found me and I garbled what I'd seen, but they all thought I was still role playing.

"Babe, it's a cool story, but one detail that doesn't work. My stuck up bullying brother doesn't play with us. He thinks we're losers."

I gawped at James. I thought he was joking at first, but as we spoke it became clear he was serious. The shadow had changed Jason, but it also seemed to have changed everyone's memories of him.

I had no idea why I hadn't been affected. perhaps because I had witnessed his transformation directly or something.

James and the others couldn't understand why I was so upset and worried. The shadow had looked evil and I was worried my boyfriends brother was now under the control of something wicked. I decided I'd have to confront Jason directly and see if I could aid him, so I told the others I felt sick and left to go immediately to James and Jason's house.

James started after me, but I quickly lost him in the woods. I didn't want him to see what had happened to his brother. I was sure I could find a way to save Jason.

Haha, what a fucking idealistic moron I used to be.

***

I arrived at Jason's to find the house had changed. There was now a pickup parked at the front and the house was larger and clearly more expensive. Entering the house I found it was better decorated and I nearly had a heart attack as I entered the kitchen to find Jame's Mom and Dad.

Michael, the Dad was now a handsome looking business man wearing an expensive suit. Linda, James Mom had transformed from a homesy kind Mom into a haughty and beautiful MILF. She looked stunning!

Neither of them paid me much attention, they clearly recognised me as James girlfriend. The sneer and look of disgust Linda gave me left me cold. I can't blame her. Linda is now a major icon to me and we are the BEST of friends. She loves me like a daughter and I've learned so much about manipulating and using men from her. But back then I was a dork dating her loser son James.

But that was soon about to change.

I found Jason in a room I'd never seen before. A personal gym.

He was stripped to the waist, his muscles rippling as he pumped iron. He turned and grinned at me as I entered.

"Well well well. My brothers dork girlfriend? What the hell do you want Melanie?"

"I saw everything Jason. I saw that weird shadow enter you. We have to get it out of you. What have you done to your Mom and Dad? This isn't right."

Jason grinned. "Ahhhh. So you saw it? So you remember the old me? Haha you have no idea Melanie. No idea how good this feels. The shadow within me hungers for power and pleasure. It serves no other purpose but to give me what I want. It can change things, people too. Anything that falls under my shadow can be twisted to serve my whim. I am a fucking God now."

I watched nervously as black shadows seemed to spread around Jason as he spoke. The air rippled with potential and a cold numb feeling spread through my body and my soul. Jason grinned as the light seemed to be sucked out of the room and I was drowning in darkness.

"You could be so much more Melanie. You're such a fucking dork, just like my pathetic brother. I always wanted you to be MY girlfriend and now I have this power you can join me. I won't force you, I want you to join me willingly. A taste of this power and I think you'll want more."

I gasped falling to my knees as the shadows surrounded me. All the warmth and kindness and love inside me was suddenly numbed. It was like the shadow was feeding on my positive emotions... perhaps it was.

The dark shadows enveloped and wrapped my nerdy body. Tempting whispers invaded my mind and I felt Jason's presence beating down on me and willing me to give in. The shadow wanted to change and corrupt me, but it would only do so if I wanted it to. Jason hadn't lied.

I don't know if you've ever been offered something so fucking delicious and perfect that even if it came at the cost of your soul you'd jump at the chance... but when that moment finally arrives, it's pretty hard not to succumb.

I'd seen what the shadow had done to Jason. It had turned him into the perfect example of masculine perfection. It could probably do the same for me, but make me the ultimate girl. All I had to do was let it in and surrender to the darkness.

I'd seen girls in magazines, on TV, on teenage drama programs. I'd always wondered how it would feel to be a Queen Bee... a head cheerleader type. What must it be like to be so pretty you can get whatever you want? How would it feel to be a bitch?

"Yes... change me," I groaned. "But only a little... I just want to be a little prettier."

I gasped as my body suddenly ached and I felt the shadows begin to change me. I ripped my dorky glasses off and felt my brace snap as I spat out the metal to leave perfect white teeth. My red hair turned a sexy black and my pale spotty skin tanned as my body toned.

It felt so fucking good.

"Don't you want more Melanie? Don't you want to become a real fucking bitch? If it feels this good to go a little of the way, why not let the shadows take you all the way?"

Jason had a point. The more I transformed the more I wanted to transform. As I felt myself become more popular and beautiful, the further I found I wanted to go.

"Yessss mmmmore," I gasped feeling the shadows pour down my throat and into my body. I could feel Jason in my mind now, his fingers manipulating my pleasure receptors and his thoughts becoming my own.

"That's right Melanie. You don't want to be a dweeb anymore. You want to go all the way. You want to be a fucking bitch. Say it."

I shuddered as delicious throbs of pleasure pulsed through my body. "I... mmmmmh, ohhh yes, I want to be a bitch."

"That's right Melanie. Let's picture a girl. Let's call her Madison. She's everything you want to be isn't she? Thin, pretty, bratty and spoiled. She's the kind of girl that has a new outfit every day, that all the other girls bow down to. I want you imagine how hot she looks. Nice tits, a toned body, ultra-feminine body language. So different to the dork you are. Are you picturing her?"

I was picturing her. I was thinking of every mean bad girl and bitch I had ever know in real life or in the movies. I was picturing Madison and boy was she fucking hot.

"Now say it. Say you want to be Madison. You want to be the bullying popular Alpha girl."

My pussy was wet, my already partially transformed body felt so good. I needed more... I needed the shadows to corrupt me completely.

"Yessss I want to be Madison."

I screamed and orgasmed as I said it, feeling the shadows flowing into me and destroying Melanie forever. All the kind gentle nice parts of me were consumed and the shadows pumped me full of evil, mean bratty thoughts.

Melanie died in that instant and I... Madison... took control.

Long bitchy nails shot out from my fingers. My face became meaner and even prettier, soft pouty lips curving into a bratty grin. My clothing became designer, my handbag expensive and my personality became that of a spoiled rich bitch.

Reality rippled and changed. Only Jason and I would remember the old me. It was as if Melanie had never existed and only I had been born.

The shadows withdrew, but they left their mark. I was a fucking evil bitch now, devoid of mercy. I only cared about myself... oh and Jason of course.

"How do you feel baby?" he grinned, towering over me in his Adonis body.

"I feel amazing baby," I grinned. "In fact I want to thank you for being the best boyfriend ever."

I giggled and sank eagerly to my knees. My long nails looked so hawt as I unzipped Jason's fly and his huge ten inch dick flopped out.

Moaning I began to pump and suck his cock. This was who and what I worshipped now. Jason had taken me from that loser James.

"Yesssss, good girl," grunted Jason as he put his hands gently on my head and pushed me deeper onto his cock. "You're my slutty bitch now and I have everything I ever wanted."

I just gagged and gargled happily, I fucking loved my man's big cock.

I couldn't wait for him to cum. I needed to taste it...

***

And so that is how I ascended from being a fucking pathetic loser into a Goddess myself. Jason is the Master of the Shadow and so long as he holds that power I am his willing accomplice.

Soon after the transformation James came home. He no longer remembered I had ever been his girl, but that didn't stop me and Jason fucking loudly next door and laughing about the little simp jerking off in his room next door.

I felt so evil and perfect. Being Madison was like a perpetual state of orgasm. The meaner and nastier I was, the better it all felt.

Sometimes I wondered what would have happened if James had smashed that bottle instead of Jason? Perhaps he would be the Alpha stud with the delicious bitchy girlfriend.

But it was just idle speculation. The shadows answered to Jason...

And I answered only to the shadows now.

THE END

[rootspiral]

Agatha all along deep dive: episode 1 part 2

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Okay, let's keep going through Agatha All Along epsode 1, in which detective Agnes sees Nicky's lock of hair inside her brooch and is stunned into silence for a long ten seconds

she's feeling agonizing heartbreak and cannot even tell why

you know what, she technically is home. she's in her living room as we speak. but every line has multiple readings, so go home... where? to her old self? to her witchy roots? to her coven? to Rio? to Nicky, in the afterlife?

I wonder if all the water puddles are deliberate. do they symbolize mirrors, is she gone through the looking glass? or is water = rio?

the way she has to steel herself before getting into Nicky's room

THE MOON PHASES OVER THE BED. as if she wishes there was a coven looking over him, protecting him

I saw some reactors laughing their asses off at this scene, still hung up on the parody of it all, going "did they make the rabbit into a dead kid backstory? that's HILARIOUS." Sure. So funny.

(they keep associating Nicky with rabbits tho, in the previous scene with Rio there's a blink-and-you-miss-it moment when a plant in the background suddenly turns into Nicky's picture. was señor scratchy named after him?)

why can't they properly light their scenes goddamnit I shouldn't have to use 6 layers to see her face

oh look it's Aubrey Plaza and pizza, two of the sexiest concepts humanity has ever come up with

first of all: open vest and white shirt? that's hot. second of all, the way she's sitting so confidently with her whole chest out, so open, taking deep breaths. she just wants to drink her all up, all of her, her beauty, her sorrow, her goofiness. she's SO damn in love.

what a goober. what a delight. plaid shirt and no makeup, drinking beer and snorting when she laughs, a bit awkward and bashful. what a stud. I would die for her. I would wife her so quickly. I'm gonna say this whit my whole chest, the more femme presenting Agatha is, the more she's wearing a shield and playing a part. this is Agatha raw and defenseless and true, and I want to protect her like she's a precious kitten. (me and Rio both, tbh)

case in point: Agatha is manspreading like some idiot lumberjack, and Rio looks like she has never seen anyone hotter

Agatha: "I have a lead in the case". Rio, with goddamn bedroom eyes: "that's not why I came over."

But then when Agatha looks overwhelmed she immediately course-corrects and encourages her to talk about the case. Love me a boundary-respecting king. Real talk, she's been respecting those boundaries for a long time. And even if she's quite angry at Agatha, she won't unleash all that on her when she's so defenseless.

She pushes a little, and the moment it's too much for Agatha she steps back and regroups. She's being SO gentle.

That's fascinating that her subconscious knows what happened to Billy. Exactly how connected are they?

Whoops, we're leaning in again.

She says yes so openly. When the real Agatha has been running away from Rio and this confrontation for centuries! The real Agatha is SCREAMING in terror, but he body won't listen because it's fallen back into that feeling of domesticity and trust. This is the same body that will always yearn to kiss Rio. The mind that categorically forbids it is shut away for the time being.

Why is Rio trying to wake Agatha up? She could let her stay like this. She could easily make Agnes O'Connor fall in love. The two main reasons why she doesn't are: because she's so fucking angry with her, and she wants them to finally have a mature conversation about Nicky and she needs Agatha to understand that she's hurting too. The second reason is - because she loves her too much. It's honestly just that. She cannot let Agatha live like this, tortured, imprisoned, without agency. She want to have a mature conversation with the real Agatha, she wants to get angry with the real Agatha, most of all she wants Agatha to be okay. Do you see the difference? She's not just in love with her, because being in love is a selfish act, but to love someone is fundamentally selfless. And she will keep loving Agatha no matter if they are together or not. She loves her enough to bend the rules of the universe for her. She just... she loves her.

and this, letting Agatha exist in this form, is a punishment too cruel for Rio to allow

The half smile, the bitterness behind it. An Agatha who doesn't hate her is just a beautiful fantasy, but Rio knows better.

it's Billy! and another mirror! yep, that's a theme.

Ha, the real Sharon was calling him a hooligan. RIP sharon, gone too soon

so intense!!?! even when she's not doing it on purpose, her characters are cheesy and cliched. and it takes a lot of talent to write a bad show too, so kudos to jac schaeffer & co

go to part 3

[paulinet]

For the sake of breaking a habit

Warnings: fluff, kisses, gn reader, ooc Medicine Pocket, Medicine Pocket - they/them.

Synopsis: Your lips are in a terrible state, and no amount of hygienic lipstick can save them. It's a habit that's hard to break without someone's help, right?

World count: ≈1700

From the author: Well, something uncomplicated before something complicated. I wanted something like this: soft, streamlined, and enticing.

When I have more of my story's, I'll compile them into a little masterlist.

English not my first language!

Enjoy reading!

We all know nervousness, right?

Nervous when you are working on a gigantic project, on which you spend all your energy and time. You get nervous when you present this project in front of dozens (if not hundreds) of people, explain every aspect of it, and then nervously rub the edges of the sheets in your hands and wait and wait and wait. Approval, a nod, a wave of the hand, anything to take away the aching pain under your ribs.

But you're not afraid of these people, no.

But you worry about your work as a part of yourself. Here, you have taken something from your soul, from the depths of your mind, and you put it all together in a presentation and present it to the big people. Funding for almost any project, you know, hurts you enough if it doesn't come from somewhere else.

The habit of biting your lips came quite suddenly that you didn't even realize your lips had turned into chewed mincemeat.

All of a sudden you found out that they started hurting. And when you looked in the mirror, you were stunned and wondered, when did it get so bad?

You put the stack of sheets aside, sit back in your chair, and finally let yourself relax. This day hadn't been too hard compared to the other days, when you'd been working hard to clear out the backlog of reports, but you were still exhausted.

It's after midnight and there's about three of you left here. You and two other subordinates finishing their work.

There was no need to stay so long, but man, you wanted to finish most of the stuff for tomorrow (because there will obviously be more tomorrow).

The muffled knock of the door opening into the half-empty lab didn't even make you turn around. Few interesting people would have come in this late, at most one of the other workers ran in to say "hey, idiots, it's past midnight, let's go to bed already!" Same questions for him, of course.

"Well, how long are you going to stay here?!"

Oh, right. There's a person of interest, and that person is welcome to drop by anytime.

"Sprawled out in the chair and now she's going to sleep here. Shouldn't you move the bed over here right away?" — you sigh when Medicine Pocket sit down next to you, only on the desk, disrupting your careful arrangement of papers. Ouch.

"I'm not going to sleep in here. But you're right, my strength is almost gone," — you hear the sound of sheets of paper shattering and frown. "You've ruined my meticulously organized stack of papers according to all canons of perfectionism."

"Oh, yeah? It was an accident."

"Sure you did."

You don't even turn your head away from the ceiling to pay attention to them. Not to say they don't like it, but it does make they worry.

"How many hours have you been sleeping these past few days?"

"I am a creature in no need of sleep."

"I don't think Lovecraft would praise you for parodying some of his creatures."

You laugh.

"I'm trying to get 6-8 hours of sleep..." — their face seems to lighten, but resentment catches up again in seconds. "... In 2 hours. It's not working yet, heh."

They're clearly not happy with your answer. And who would like to find out that their partner has suddenly decided to adopt their lifestyle and also sleep less than a giraffe or a horse, not even close to the numbers needed to maintain strength in the body?

"Like a child, for God's sake."

"What about you?"

"Well, you have to admit, I look a lot better after a few days without sleep than you do."

"You're such a romantic."

"But honest."

"Uh-huh."

The conversation is interrupted while their interest is piqued by your face, because over the past few days you've started to look like a person with a less than healthy lifestyle. Not a junkie, but on the right track. It's time to look for jokes on the subject and appropriate cosmetics.

Especially their eyes ran over the bags under your eyes. Goths would be jealous that you don't have to work hard on your makeup - they'll take you in, and praise you for being in character.

And their gaze stopped at your lips. And it lingered until you stared back at them in puzzlement.

Awkward pause.

"What, is there something on my face?"

"Your face looks more like a mask from the movie Scream right now. And what the hell happened to your lips?"

Oh. You have forgotten about them for the duration of your work, but they always remind you of them afterwards. On a brief inspection of you, people can't tell that your lips are suffering from a meat grater or a meat mallet. It's only when they catch your eye for a long time that you realize that things are just awful.

That's what nervousness brings people to.

"I don't know."

"How do you not know what you're doing? Are you using or something?"

"No, it's just a bad habit I picked up out of nowhere."

"You can't get rid of it? Or is it out of your hands?"

"I don't notice when I start doing it. It's fine in the morning, by the end of the day it's like kissing a grater."

"Nerves are fraying?"

"Along with the cuckoo, I suppose."

They don't say anything to that, which you can't tell by their facial expressions.

Annoyed. Again.

But instead of grumbling, silence follows. A brief hiccup before they climb off the table and hover over you in a chair. Their venomous eyes prickle you, and before you can make any sound, they take your chin and kiss you.

You don't even manage to squeak. As usual.

The feeling of fatigue was replaced by the anticipation and excitement of an unexpected kiss. And more than one. Your consciousness focused on every fleeting sensation, every tiny movement of your bodies.

Their lips are always wet. Wet and thin, like two strings, curved in irritation or sickness from something poisoning they've eaten. Cold, they leave a herd of goosebumps behind them if they kiss hotter parts of your bodies, and never warm up no matter how many times they kiss. Even after a hundred kisses before bed or in the morning. But that doesn't stop them from being persistent and not at all shy of outsiders you've already forgotten about.

They don't close their eyes most of the time, and today is one of them.

Staring point-blank, as if they were preparing to fire a gun at some animal and aiming without being distracted by extraneous sounds. In the light their eyes are like two Ilyich bulbs, and even in the darkness they will stand out with their sparkles. And they've never been embarrassed by it.

On the contrary, they like to place bets on which minute of the kiss you will avert your eyes. And it's very annoying and fun for you at the same time. It's like stepping on the same rake every time because you like it.

Their lips, although thin, are very assertive. They do not hesitate to take the initiative and apply more diverse actions. They have a different way of kissing every time, you can never guess what was intended for this time. They savor your already killed lips, push forward, don't give you a chance to get out of the situation and turn your head.

The fingers in white gloves encircle your chin and do not let you move, holding you firmly, but in their own gentle way, not forgetting to change the position of your fingers from time to time.

You hear your own heart pounding when all they has to do is run their tongue over your lips. Here's someone, but Medicine Pocket, after much practice, have gotten much deeper into kissing. And now they'll bet anything just to see the ripples of burning excitement on your face again.

They're so mean when they need something. So untouchable, but in need of that little act of appeasement. Screaming audacity in every action. You know you'll be in drool and hickeys (later) afterward, but you reach your hands behind their nape and use your fingers to part the strands of their hair.

They take it as a call and, most importantly, as a permission to take further steps.

And somehow, you know, it doesn't matter that somewhere out there the laboratory door opens and one of your coworker leaves (perhaps he couldn't stand the unexpected sexual pressure. You can understand him).

And you look away, unable to take the pressure anymore.

They love it. They love it to the point of shaking at their knees.

Like to tease you and pull you out of your frames, Medicine are happy to break them against their knee and toss them into the dark sea, to the bottom, where already lies a whole collection of what they have stepped over with indescribable pleasure. They bite your bottom lip with a mocking smile before you feel their other hand on your waist.

Under your lab coat.

And they slowly moves upward, their fingertips tweaking the fabric of the garment underneath. Carefully as they continue to run the other limb down your neck, squeezing it lightly. They're not sadistic, no, by any means, and it doesn't rob you of even a crumb of air, but the feel of long, slender fingers leaves you no choice but to succumb completely to their power. Which, by the way, they always have plenty of.

Hot breath scorches your face as they pull away - the air isn't infinite, after all - and leave a weightless kiss on your cheekbone with a sarcastic smirk and squinted eyes as if to scream "you just can't say you didn't like it."

They don't seem to be tired at all, and the air in their lungs never planned to be released, but you've been there before - once they didn't let you go for so long that you got dizzy. No, not from magical sensations, but from lack of oxygen. They've been trying to be careful ever since.

You breathe deeply, massaging the back of their neck with your fingers. They love that, especially when kissing. It makes them go crazy.

And they respond by weightlessly stroking your waist, sometimes squeezing it lightly.

But now they just slightly arch their head back before dropping their arms to the sides of your chair and moving closer again. Just a little more, and their knee will be between your legs for balance.

"I'd rather you didn't bite your lips anymore, but that's a buzz too," — they give out in one breath, still relaxed under your hands. "Your lips aren't lips, they're chewed up duct tape."

You take a deep breath. You try to keep a serious face, as if the job didn't end hours ago. Like it would have been possible to keep working if someone hadn't decided to show off and go on a "distract at all costs" mission. Who wants to be caught thinking, breath hitched just because of the person next to you who just kissed you with all the passion they're been saving up lately?

"Pff, what, so disgusting?"

"Mm-m, no, quite the opposite. 'Almost' as good as always," — they flick you on the nose, and curve up in a smile. "But you'd better not bite your lips again."

"Why would I?"

"If you want to kick the habit, you need to switch to something else, something safer."

"On you, or what?"

"You're guessing," — Medicine Pocket pull away with a noisy sigh. You cross your arms across your chest and pretend you don't want to continue. "You're going to get some kind of infection - and then what are you going to do? I'm not going to treat you."

"..."

You puff up your cheeks and don't say anything. Still in mixed feelings, it's hard to think as well as move. Your body still feels their touch at your waist. It's hard to let go.

It's hot, isn't it?

"You need to get better sleep. Otherwise you'll look like a pale grebe"

"Thanks."

"But honestly," — they shrug. They take you by the chin again and examine your swollen lips more closely. "I've got some ointment somewhere that's just right for this."

"...Can I have some?"

Not for nothing. Of course they won't give you anything for a simple thank you. Especially not to you.

And you can see their facial expressions become more condescending. You guess you're in luck.

"I will. On one condition."

Oh, right. Of course.

"And what's that?"

They poke their thumb at your lips.

"You stop biting them. And start control yourself."

Expected. But did they think it would be so easy?

"And what happens if I can't kick the habit? I don't control myself when I'm nervous."

They let you go, take a couple steps away, and spread their hands as if they're really upset about it too.

"Then don't expect me to kiss you again."

...

One second of silence.

And you burst out laughing.

"Ha-ha, can you contain yourself?"

"Let's just say it's a challenge for me, too."

Yeah, a challenge.

You roll your eyes tiredly. You know they're lying.

You know they'll break their promise tonight before they go to bed.

And yet you still listen. As if nervousness is nothing. It's just a little thing.

They're such idiots.

"Either..." — they lean closer and give you another slap on the nose. "...Remember this situation every time. What's better: biting and tearing your lips in cold, nervous, rotten loneliness or making out with a gorgeous person like me who loves and cares for you, you stupid lip-biting lover, huh?"

"...I'm gonna take that damn book of poetry away from you and throw it away, you've learned to talk too pretty."

They turn on their heels, starting to walk back towards the exit and make no response to the sarcastic comment.

"Think about it!"

And they hide behind the door.

You sighed, going back to cleaning up the mess on the table and floor. The papers were all scattered, and they hadn't even bothered to clean up after themselves. Well, nothing-nothing, you know how to retaliate terribly, he-he.

You stack the paper in an even, aesthetically correct stack and place it on the edge of your desk.

And then you meet the gaze of your remaining coworker.

...

Spark. Lightning... And the anticipation of a lump in your throat of shame.

Words cannot convey the shame and embarrassment on your part, and you just nod her and pretend that paper is the most interesting material on Earth. The best of the best. She walks by, pausing for a moment near the table, shrugging timidly.

"I'd agree to kick the habit if I were you."

And quickly retreats toward the exit. The lab is quiet and peaceful now, with only the occasional beeping of devices.

And suddenly you realize she's heard everything.

All the conversations, including...

...

You cover your burning face with your hands.

How much you love and hate that Doggo.

I already know I'm gonna need a couple days to rest. Well, you know, it's not like I'm an English-speaking person, and it takes me about... 3-5 hours? To edit this or that text and not to lose the meaning of each sentence (I just don't want to present everything in a horrible state I'm a perfectionist a bit).

That's why I post something once a week, you know, so I have enough energy to recover and +- enough energy to write something new. At least I try.

I will definitely post part 4 after «Love jinx» and part 2 «Bonus for waiting», it's just that right now they are in... A little bit in a stupor. I'm working on them, but I'm not really happy with what I'm getting. Plus I have more ideas lying around that I'd like to do, ahem, well, I'm working, just slowly...

Dividers by @petalpxl

Thanks for reading!

[emeraldcity1900]

YOU YOU GET IT

I have a vision

[ynnova]

( 🍓 ) y/n things every atiny should know !

──── a list of things that every atiny ( or yn-inator ) should know about y/n or random headcanons that i think you all should know.

you're fluent in three langauges; english, japanese, and korean.

you think that if you didn't become an idol, you would have gone into game development.

after you left sm ent., you stayed at a boarding house with four other girls (mostly college age). you lived in the house up until a few months before kq fellaz was officially announced, and then you had moved into the dorm.

you were involved in several clubs during middle school and high school.

you went to an all-girls high school and was able to get in because of your high exam scores. you were also popular among your peers, often getting letters and small gifts.

you have a total of six tattoos, the most out of all the members who have some.

your parents and childhood friends use to call you a "disney princess" because of how many times you could get wild animals (mainly cats) to come to you, especially when they wouldn't go to others.

this cares into how you accidentally brought home a small fox, thinking it was just a weird cat. your parents made you take it back to where you found it.

you like to joke that the small fox returned to you in the form of wooyoung.

you are close friends with several sm artists, but especially close with nct's yuta who fans have spotted you hanging out with several times.

you also have a yuta picket that you got from an nct 127 concert and can still be seen in the background of your room during some lives.

you're a big fan of gravity falls and have even done a cover of "disco girl" a song from the show on a live (which is a parody song based off the abba song "dancing queen"). alex hirsch, the creator of gravity falls, even retweeted a clip of you singing onto his twitter account.

you've rewatched gravity falls at least 56 times. you like to watch it when on tour, but also like watching it with the members. the member that has rewatched it with you the most is mingi.

the boys often call you their "fix it girl" because you are often fixing things around the dorms.

you once did a livestream where atiny watched you replace a light fixture in the kitchen.

you have a large trinket collection of different figurine brands and you often try to buy one whenever you go to a new place.

you love video games, especially indie games or ones with cool graphics or complex stories. you often try to update atiny on what games you've been playing, having it be a mix of indie and triple a games.

in 2019, you took up the hobby of journaling/bullet journals and always have a journal in your bag with you when you travel.

you also have a digital one on your ipad that you are often seen working on in the background of logbooks.

you were the third trainee at kq, joining about a week or so after yunho did.

you have the most random livestreams out of all the members; this is often because of the time you go live or what you are doing during your lives.

when hongjoong got his laptop stolen, you and jongho helped re-record all his vocal guides.

as a result of all the livestreams, kq once banned you from going live for about two month; however, that didn't last as you still went live behind their backs.

you revealed in an interview that the member you are the closest too is wooyoung.

you used to share a room with wooyoung and yeosang at ateez's first dorm, then you and mingi shared a room, and now you have your own room but share a dorm with yunho and yeosang.

during fireworks era, you wore several bob cut wigs and had basically the whole atiny fandom believing you actually cut your hair.

you have went viral several times because of your stage looks, often starting popular trends for other idols. you'll usually be cited wearing something or having a specific hair color and then a few months later, other idols will do the same thing.

you also tend to go viral for your airport fashion as well, many atiny and netizens in general always waiting to see what you are going to wear.

you were the voice actress for final fantasy vii remake character eileen for both the japanese and english releases of the game. you also came back for the 2024 release of rebirth. eileen is a made up character and not actually in the game.

you made your acting debut in 2021 with the thriller drama "gothel" that aired on netflix. the drama did exceptional well and your acting in it was so well received that atiny are hoping for you to act again.

there has been rumors recently going around that you are rumored to star in a sci-fi, psychological horror movie, but nothing has been confirmed.

in 2024, you were invited to new york fashion week by both sandy liang and selkie along with paris fashion week by vivienne westwood.

[glitter-stained]

Another day another ask mysteriously disappearing from my inbox when i'm about to hit post on the reply

Anyway the question was basically "what do you think of the "Jason isn't able to get over his death while bruce is capable of forgiving joe chill and sitting by him as he dies" take and doesn't it sound a little like the "everybody died he ain't special " take?"

Why yes. Yes it does sound like that. My thoughts on that idea, in no particular order:

- it's almost 2025 are we still placing moral judgement on characters based on the comparison between how they're enduring their trauma what happened to the universal singularity of human suffering what happened to not comparing apples and bananas weren't we taught not to do that in elementary school

-Is this about the Three Joker comics? It sounds like it is, anyway uh that comics is not mainline (and has pretty shitty writing imo), in mainline even in his least flattering runs (ie Battle for the Cowl) Jason hasn't gone postal because of his death in a while (in BTFC it was Bruce's death and the mention of the "unresolved dark horrors of his childhood" triggering a bad parody of some sort of psychotic break) so like i guess criticizing Jason for something he isn't doing is kinda strange

-if anything Bruce is the one "not over" Jason's death considering the flashback he had right at the beginning of Failsafe arc (though of course demanding he just gets over the trauma of holding his dead son's corpse is just as absurd as demanding Jason gets over the trauma of having died)

-honestly staying by Chill's side as he died was pretty cool and heroic on Bruce's part, totally agreed, that was badass of him to not let him die alone despite his trauma. That being said can we please stop tying morality to the concept of forgiveness? Implying there's a goodness of heart to forgiving/getting over your trauma is weird, it way too puch pressure on the victim, we should stop with the "good victim/bad victim" narrative, martyrdom culture is harmful. If forgiving Chill helped Bruce, cool for him, Jason is in no obligation to forgive Joker, and also Bruce forgiving Chill =/= staying by his side as he died, those are two separate things

-if we're comparing coping we have to compare resources, what does Jason's support system at that time compared to Bruce? Should we make a tally to see who has more friends especially close ones? We both know who will win but also that it's a completely stupid and pointless arrangement, how many apples and oranges must we compare before we conceptualize that it's not the same fruit?

-in terms of personal taste, I find placing moral judgement on characters is about the least interesting analysis angle I can imagine, like, congrats, you've established Angel McPerfect is a better person than Asshole McInteresting! Now multiply me by one and subtract zero.

-kinda hilarious to criticise Jason for not getting over his death and compare that to the coping of a man who dresses as a bat to cope with something that happened thirty years ago. Like if he's so over his trauma why is he wearing pointy ears

-also, obviously, the idea that characters should just "get over their trauma" is insanely dumb. Trauma is like a wound. It can scar, if treated properly, and then the scar will always be there. Imagine telling someone they should get cosmetic surgery because "we get it, you got stabbed, you don't have to shove it in my face every time I look at you." Or telling someone whose wound got infected "why can't you be more like this guy? Look, his stab wound is all healed nice and clean by now. It's like you're not even trying !"

Anyway I hope that answers your question and you have a good day anon, I agree with you that that take is weird, I truly don't understand the reasoning beside "i don't like jason". Idk maybe these people just need to...chill.

[princesssarisa]

Another aspect of Wicked that I think combines two slightly opposed, uneasy themes is the fact that it's a "love story" between Elphaba and Glinda (whether you read it as romantic, platonic, or anything in-between), yet Elphaba also represents "the other," while Glinda represents the type of people who are the most privileged at "the other's" expense.

Now, I'm not saying that this juxtaposition is wrong. Maybe the only way to resolve social conflicts is for the people on both sides of it to find common ground, learn to understand each other, etc. And of course it's positive to encourage different types of women to be friends (or more than friends) instead of policing them into categories of "good femininity" and "bad femininity"! But there's still some tension between "the story of Elphaba and Glinda's love for each other" and "the story of how society vilifies Elphaba and glorifies Glinda, with parallels to real-world social injustice."

Look at "What Is This Feeling?" The fandom has latched onto the "love song parody" lyrics, and their whole attitude is "Elphaba and Glinda don't really loathe each other," "It's all sexual tension," "They really mean loving, not loathing," etc. Just recently I saw article comparing that song, in all seriousness, to the great "denial of feelings" duets by Rodgers and Hammerstein, like "People Will Say We're in Love" from Oklahoma! or "If I Loved You" from Carousel. Of course that's valid. But at the same time, the song isn't just about Elphaba and Glinda's feelings for each other. It's just as much about the other Shiz students' unfair treatment of Elphaba: just because she has an odd skin color and outbursts of magic that she can't control, and just because Glinda is the beautiful blonde popular girl, everyone sides with Glinda, loathes Elphaba just because Glinda loathes her, and views their mutually catty rivalry as Elphaba being a terror and Glinda her saintly victim. The fandom tends to ignore that part and just revel in Elphaba and Glinda's "denial of their attraction."

Or look at "I'm Not That Girl." From what I've seen, the fandom's attitude toward this song tends to be "Ha ha! Elphaba sings a whole verse about how beautiful Glinda is! We know who she really loves and it's not Fiyero!" Again, that's valid, because the whole show is centered around Elphaba's relationship with Glinda, not with Fiyero. But it also ignores why she sings about Glinda's beauty. The very real feelings of inferiority and undesirability that women and girls who aren't traditionally beautiful (or socially graceful, or white) are made to feel compared to those who are.

And of course there are the endless fandom debates about Glinda. How positively or negatively should we view her? Is she the co-heroine or an antagonist with a redemption arc? Should she have gone on the broom with Elphaba in "Defying Gravity," or should Elphaba have stayed with her? The discourse goes on. Some of this ties back to the tension I've discussed in the past between the theme of "Everyone is morally gray" and the theme of "Elphaba is a freedom fighter crushed by the pseudo-Nazi government's propaganda." But another factor is this: viewing Elphaba and Glinda as equally flawed yet equally sympathetic co-heroines works better for their love story. But viewing Elphaba as the heroine and Glinda as the more flawed character with a redemption arc works better for the story of how society glorifies the privileged and vilifies "the other."

Maybe this tension between different themes is part of what makes the musical interesting. But it's also a little bit uneasy.

[purgatory-palace]

A little screenshot redraw from a shot in Stayed Gone, featuring PP!Alastor and PP!Vox (heh pp). Billie had a lot of fun with this one, from picking out all of the outfits (the angel one being the most ironic- bro would never have been a little church boy) to doing all of the layout and coloring. We’re tempted to do some kind of parody/cover of the song for these guys, even if this isn’t 100% canon accurate. Let us know if that’s something y’all would be interested in 👀

I hope you find PP!Vox in Canon!Vox’s clothes just as cursed as I do, his little hat terrifies me

Hope your day is grand and your joy is plentiful.

Original Screenshot below the cut!

[otomes-world]

Longing

Hello everyone! I had a strange urge to write something, so yes.. AU belongs to @shiny-jr I'm just interpreting. This is also my parody to the five stages of grief. Another sentient twst works are here. Enjoy 0/

Upd: I've finally got permission to post this thing! But.. I forgot about it.. and I'm no longer like it.. and it's so small.. but, yeah, let it exists.

Disbelief.

It was the first emotion that began to creep into consciousness with a light touch from just hearing about the “shutdown.” The player just took a break, was busy, preparing for exams, tests, work, whatever. Causing panic out of nowhere was stupid. This had already happened more than once, but..

The hours merged into days. Days became weeks. Only the most stubborn began to count beyond the month. The mistrust and fear began to be felt stronger than before. More and more often insidious “what ifs” were spinning in head.

You were only gone for a short moment. Maybe a little longer this time, but you would come back. You would, except… Yuu turned into the doll they always were. A puppet whose only value was in you, who controlled it. When there was no point in denying, a storm broke out.

Indignation.

Anticipation caused hearts to experience previously ignored emotions and heads to question. What could be the reason? Could something happen in that inaccessible world? Do you feel the same confusion, unable to connect?

Could you become bored with their existence?

Did you choose them, him, over someone else? What exactly made you hesitate? A beautiful singing voice? Looks that could challenge the Evil Queen? Fame? Wealth? What?

Was the effort really not enough to captivate you, to make you pay attention? Place in your heart the desire to stay. Is it really his fault or is it yours?

Grief.

Bitterness replaced frustration. The one that was ripping chest, made him want to cut his own throat open if it would give any peace of mind. If it would strengthen confidence of your return.

When it seem that the empty vessel was about to break, hope still glimmers at the bottom. When the ear listened to every rumor, rustle, speculation, even if it was false. When the one he least want to see looked at him from the mirror.

When he didn’t want to, and most importantly, couldn’t stop. Gave up. Let every attempt, broken hope plunge him into the abyss of despair much deeper than the last time. Getting back on feet became more and more difficult. Sometimes the thought of acceptance flashed but gaving up the most desired thing was hardly possible. Even if the chances that no one would understand and that everything would burn out were higher every moment.

Longing.

Yearning invariably replaces suffocating pain. Very reluctant, denied by all means.

When there was nothing left in tired beating heart - not a single drop - only memories of the time spent with you through Yuu. Then he still did not understand other people's adoration. He thought that this would bypass him. However, like everyone else, he couldn’t resist the eyes, your eyes and no one else’s, looking at him in a special way. As if in the world of colored pixels he was worth something.

A smile involuntarily plays on his face, although he barely had enough strength to maintain an imitation of life. In moments of overwhelming loss, pride insisted: you were not worth it. You were not worth all the torment, all the tears he shed. You were not worth.. but this was a blatant lie.

When everything around him would merge into one colorless heap, when he himself would cease to exist. The only thought at the last moment would be dedicated to you. Therefore, as soon as the news of the appearance of an impostor who dared to pretend to be you reached the exhausted mind, remained only... rage.