#whoah who tagged that >.>;

[hypogryffin]

[fauvester]

something something seeing things through different eyes

[unproduciblesmackdown]

payoff of being embedded in a unit of authoritarianism since birth is sure then being able to go like "wow this is just like dynamics & phenomena i experienced up close & personal, repeatedly, in many contexts & configurations in my first two decades of life" plus also beyond that in abuse culture world & the noncoincidence that even interactions beyond the confines of the home(tm) reinforced / did not contradict the hierarchy & concomitant abuse within....but then like hey yeah also the Larger Units of hierarchy & abuse / authoritarianism (ft. their logics & practices necessary for continuously & continually shoring up that hierarchy) can also make it like hey yeah the Two Parent abusive nuclear family more like the Two Party [the US is also a one party state but in typical american extravagance they have two] where right wingness is defined by the degree of directly embracing white supremacy & "left wing" is "anything else" hence like wow The Left is always infighting (everyone with any ideas besides "umm christofascist white ethnostate?" so like yeah there are many other ideas) vs The Right's admirable cohesion (simply re: the white supremacy idea which also necessarily embraces all other Out Group / Nonperson paradigms & practices b/c that's what all already has been necessary for shoring up the [when has the US been a nongenocidal non white supremacist non oligarchy])

like obviously individual experiences & contexts vary but like narrowing in on [the Family as immediate relations ideally cordoned off into nuclear households] ft. [Parental Authority the top priority of which is preserving that authority, ideally patriarchal, an abusive mother e.g.? hey, that ought to be the father] times it's like, think people tend to struggle re: having the "nicer" / "safer" parent who was also shitted on as well but also at the end of the day would always side with the "meaner" "more dangerous" parent, even in whatever terms most sympathetic to the abused parties, with the underlying logic that we're always just going to have to deal with them so some secret strategic mitigation is the best that can be done, perhaps the equivalent of being sent a ":(" after an Onslaught Of Expressed / Enforced Authority(tm) event....the tendency to see the best in any lack of actual intervention / protection on the assumption That Could Never Happen Anyway & forever At Least that the one parent isn't as bad as the other [the Not That Bad / Could've Been Worse infocation, like free bingo square in manifestations of minimization if not outright abuse denial] & all the sympathy for, you know, being human & doing their best(tm) &c which sure might all be true but the abused parties (oft children, more vulnerable than adults, by virtue of being children i.e. considered legal property of some specific adults & theoretical property of any adults in general (the paternal logic in any "protect [xyz]" like maintain one group's supposed ownership / control over [xyz] "for their sake" then? great) & also generally smaller & newer at being alive in this world) but who are liable to not extend that sympathy to themselves (or certainly not be extended that sympathy....when is "they're doing their best / they're only human / they mean well or whatever / they love you, they're family" successfully deployed the Thwart an abusive parent like it is to tell an abused child to not be too resentful of this situation, when is it actually deployed toward the abusive parent at all really. & again in the lack of boundary between the authoritarianism within many individual family households & that of the state they exist in (here re: the US) like that naturally one encounters the logic of abuse expressed just as "common knowledge" & the Assumptions of other people, e.g. the rejection of a parent having zero access to a child, the reinforcement of automatic apologia deployed for whatever a parent could possibly do, argued for "family", yet not deployed the same way to automatically defend anything thee child(tm) could do, thinking emoji lol....see: like the non boundary between [the Patriarchal home/family(tm)] & capitalism when uh oh capitalism the system of continuously maximizing exploitation Needs various forms of labor to be unpaid, uh oh another lack of boundary when white supremacy is used to also shore up the patriarchy that shores up the white supremacy, e.g. that even if in some "inferior" class it's treated as More Important that at least you're not that And black, the theoretical ideal/normal white man is a person while a white woman is a woman while a black woman is black, white women could have any legal property via chattel slavery which needed white women's participation to help enforce, the specter of sexual violence all coming from nonwhite & especially black men & it's up to the genteel white man to Protect Women (see prev, implicitly white or you'd have to specify otherwise)

anyway that is to get around to pointing to the Two Parent System wherein so shockingly the results are the same as the One Parent System re: abuse maintaining The Family (properly, i.e. unquestionable & certainly undeniable parental access to children, & "ideally" ofc again the patriarchal Father as ultimate authority w/ownership over the Mother, who in turn is theoretically honored for that motherhood (at least you own your children, insofar as it doesn't contradict w/what the father wants to do with his superior claim to ownership) & then finally all the obviously shittiness from being in that position in a patriarchy is in turn dumped on The Children who are ungrateful & owe the mother everything Because of what the broader society & immediate personal expressions of that abuse have done to her. see also ofc that two adults likely don't have the resources to raise a child in time or money or energy, maybe there's only one but also even an extended family's worth of adults aren't enough, is it enough when a child is sent to school for some other adults to be in charge most of the day, or even if someone is hired to look after them beyond that, all this ofc with the assumed premise that a child is always limited to the various Domains of The Adults In Charge, & from there i segue into how naturally being in gay baby jail unless & until adults are no longer recognized as Legally In Charge Of You (the grand like 5 minutes it's relatively been since the ideal timeline of a woman's life wasn't being legal property of her father until asap passed along to legal property of her husband. still considered ideal ofc but like with "maybe you can have a bank account" now & "maybe you can become 29 before you're in Old Maid danger" Maybe, i said, Maybe....anyway that obviously adults(tm) being divided up (atomised. spritz) into Households isn't even supposed to be enough to live on their own, re: necessitating Marriage, much less uh oh having kids who are stuck with their parents who are stuck with them, but then all the obvious actual problems & abuses inflicted on Adults to have to have their family households & exploited jobs are dumped on the children who Must appreciate & be loyal to the parents (i.e. never Deny Access) while yknow kids have Fake Problems they're whining about, the one Real Problem of having to pay a bill gets the payoff of leverage to tell your children to shut the fuck up or perhaps the more vulnerable spouse

hm didn't segue right into "so shoutout to like The Ratchet Effect diagrams lol, the "Two" Party System where its supposed left wing Blocks Movement To The Left, right wing Moves Everything To The Right" but even that is like, mm, conferring a passivity to what democrats do in the continual movement to the right (won an election? lost an election? the lesson either way is The Right Is Right; exact same logic as in "winning or losing" "the war on crime" like the collection & analysis of whatever statistics show the trend of some "crime" is increasing in frequency or magnitude? show that it's decreasing? the lesson either way is Cops Need More Power) like the institutional effort of democrats to push a candidate nobody wants through primaries (did we even do that this time around. oh great that the assumed candidate even graciously agreed to not force themself as The Candidate, & now like 5 min left with the Next In Line candidate dumped on everyone now with the lesson for the left(tm) to shut up already lol) & then it's up to Grassroots Voters. it's up to Unity & well we all Need to listen to the white supremacists, points were made, in the "elections" with voting as limited as possible & with the electoral college & supreme court as Safeguards against democracy & here's the senate, eternally thus, & again the conclusions will always manage to be moving To The Right, paraphrasing from twitter like democrats are about to be or already at the point of "in the name of unity we will no longer be running against republicans; it's too divisive :(" which yknow is already The Statements of all of yesterday from various like "i'm the republican official white supremacy agree-er now" after also the entire campaign of "no, I'm the fascist" where like wow shocking that the appeal to the fascists didn't win a) the fascists who will ofc want the even more overt fascism, why wouldn't they or b) the people who want antifascism actually, and do not want fascism; who could have foreseen? & it's always the fault of being Too Antifascist for the actions of the fascists or the Diplomatic Comprimises the other party makes with the fascists &/or their Failure to thwart them....the Nicer, Safer party in power is surely doing their best & at least they're not the Meaner, More Dangerous one but at the end of the day they'll always side with that party over america(tm) & those bearing the brunt of the actions of State Power can be told to keep their chin up or else to stop acting out b/c how do you expect that state power to respond, cmon, you bring it upon yourself, & you Have to work with them & understand all their feelings & your role in resolving those feelings by being lesser inferior property, you do Have to understand, b/c in the end this is All About Family, surely Good & Necessary, whoops i mean in the end this is All About America

anyway yeah i'm like damn my "nicer" (also shitty) father who was also the even more sexist & racist (& certainly no Less ableist, queerphobic) parent was basically the democratic party of the Two Parent System of Family Government lol. b/c we Need to perpetuate this Family, no other logics much less actions are acceptable....& people struggling with the Parent / Adults in their life like that who were the "safe" & "protective" ones who markedly failed to protect & minimized the harm afterwards but also in general, never to confront the reality of the situation, or do damage control like "aw some points were made at all :( ah i see you have Feelings about this :( hmm yes the Parental Power is gonna have to make some changes" & then as soon as possible (assuming reeling in the party who was deviating too much) these changes(tm) are already compromised or diminished if done at all, & then oops things incrementally might be right back to how they always were, no guarantees it won't be Worse b/c the Power is even more insecure / aware of weaknesses, & the only way this is thwarted is if the Wayward Parties can actually leverage new boundaries / less vulnerability, not b/c the supposedly sympathetic parties, who never came through where it counts & likely would also become overt antagonizers / wielders of whatever power within the Family hierarchy / turn on the more vulnerable parties to Get Them In Line, actually came through. movement Away (more disruptive to the maintenance of The Family, The State) is blocked, incrementally only ever moving everything back, & then Further....& despite this being what the power structures are, & do, the Disruptive parties liable to be scapegoated lol, can't believe the scapegoat child is ruining everything for everyone, this Family would totally improve & start being everything it could be otherwise & we ignore who actually has the power & is actually enforcing the hierarchy harming everyone to point to that scapegoat; can't believe thee left is destroying america (republican voice) can't believe the left is destroying america (democrat voice) So You See? The Undeniable Consensus. just like how i believe it was my fault my family unit was Like That & i had those experiences, according to the vast majority of Input from that family & even others who, knowing nothing, would say how Lucky i was to be relatively close to home, or just of course that oh well parents love their children & mean well & try their best. just like how i believe that being treated like i've been generally as a neurononconforming person, i.e. hated & the interpersonal abuse & bullying & ostracization & [attention possibilities: ignored, responded to but negatively, interacted with to get something from] & actually rewarding interactions or just actions being liable to get Deluxe authority responses as disruptive(tm) & ofc disobedient(tm) like hell fuckin yeah lol. just as i don't think that other people who have similar experiences or ones i don't have, i.e. assessed race being automatically seen as wrong / inferior, being isolated & undermined from all around? well gotta be their fault then, cmon lol....Abuse is actually normative, not extraordinary, in every Arena of interactions, & so are the logics / apologia / assumptions

anyway lol re: like yeah people struggling with the like betrayal of the "nooo i'm on your side, i sympathize, i'm the one who's nicer & you Need so that things aren't even worse" party, not even One Big Novel betrayal, but rather that that's what's Been done the whole time & doesn't stop. that supposedly if you have Any sympathy for that party you have to be like aw :( keep doing your thing (necessarily reining everyone in) or if you have Any sympathy for the people who also want things to improve but blame & take it out on the more disruptive parties (more disruptive to an abusive family e.g., btw. & not like i see Cohesion as necessarily some Good rather than neutral? when i'm autistic / my existence is supposedly antithetical to this? or when i'm able to look at a zillion hypothetical or actual situations & recognize how "cohesion" isn't the best goal / a destructive one / a vague concept anyways like cohesion Between Whom? on what basis? recognized & pursued how? why? up next: same as vague shit like "family" or "community" &c) then it's like yep gotta be Responsible for their feelings too if you're at all sympathetic & capitulate, The Only Possible Action, vs the idea of those in power actually making things shit stopping, much less being stopped / having to stop in the various ways that can happen....one way being "oh no, adult children who choose to be no-contact with parents" which is seen as A Tragedy, & sign of a Deteriorating Society, take me back. ah jeez oh no, look at the divorce raaates....Oh No, twentysomething women aren't pursuing marriage enoughhhh....again the undetectably identical echo when people peak vaguely talk about "conflicts" that thwart "community" or whatever, ugh nobody will date anymore, commit anymore, be friends anymore, hang out as coworkers anymore, talk to me if i want to talk to them anymore, &ccccc....

the real tl;dr is like wait ""two party"" (one party) US electoral system, just like ""two parent"" maintenance of thee family lol. ratchet effect raise your hand if you've only ever experienced Movement Away from the abusive family blocked, forever incrementally ratcheted back in to the desires & pursuits of those most in power / top of the hierarchy / thus of course most invested in the abuse, that's what the power & hierarchy is made of, sustained by, perpetuates....sorry doing our best :( sorry that's just all that's realistic, no other choice Really. cmon. kind of Your Fault if you don't agree to that & whoops now Everything is the fault of whoever doesn't agree & cooperate enough :( now look what you've done & brought upon yourself :( & we'll just forget the eruption of violence suppression happened & will happen again & be the overhanging threat all in the meantime

[race-week]

Hi Al, you’ve said before that you think all F1 drivers have some degree of an ego, but who do you think on the grid has the biggest ego?

Whoah, I am not answering that, no matter who I say people will come after me with pitchforks, but you can all answer it.

(I could only put 12 responses, anyone else comment or tag, or just put your next choice)

In all honesty though this is a bit of fun, and F1 drivers and athletes need to have a bit of an ego and believe themselves that they are the best to perform well

[fairytales-and-folklore]

Lovesick

The Owl House » Huntlow

Title: Lovesick

Author: fairytalesandfolklore

Fandom: The Owl House (Masterlist)

Relationship: Hunter | The Golden Guard x Willow Park

AO3 Rating: Teen & Up (a complete collection of author's notes, inspiration credits, content warnings and tags can be found on AO3)

Summary: A case of the common mold makes Hunter so delirious he forgets that Willow is his girlfriend and attempts to ask her out.

"Wow," he breathes, seemingly transfixed by the mere sight of her. Willow suppresses a giggle, setting the little container of soup on his bedside table and reaching forward to press her palm against his forehead. Hunter's eyelids flutter closed, and he exhales on a soft, contented hum. "How are you feeling?" she asks, fixing him with a fond smile as she curls up into the space beside him and coaxes his head into her lap. "Awesome," Hunter replies with a dreamy sigh, staring up at her with hearts in his eyes and a big goofy grin on his face while Willow hums a lullaby and gently cards her fingers through his hair. They stay like that for a while, Hunter drifting in and out of consciousness, lulled by Willow's soothing ministrations. Just when she thinks he's finally fallen asleep, he glances up at her, a look of hopeful determination in his dozy, half-lidded eyes. "You are so pretty," he drawls, his voice thick with sleep. "Are you single?"

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A month. They've been together a whole month, and somehow, miraculously, Hunter has managed to not fuck it up. He has everything all prepared for tomorrow — flowers, (grown from the seeds Willow had given him the first day of their shared plant magic class) dinner, (prepared specially by himself, which, as long as he doesn't set fire to the dish towels again, he's confident will be a rousing success) some human movie Luz said was called a "rom-com" and insisted would be perfect for the occasion, and to round off the evening, a trip to their favorite ice-scream shop. 

He'd asked Luz for advice on just about everything leading up, from what he should wear to the type of food he should cook — after all, she's a pro when it comes to celebrating romantic milestones, and after seeing how happy she'd made Amity on their "one-month-iversary," as she'd called it, Hunter was immediately on board to do the same for Willow. 

Everything was going to be perfect. Not even the will of the Titan (who was currently sitting in the living room, hosting a tea party for his army of darkness and commanding Francois the stuffed bunny to sit up straight) could stop him from surprising Willow with the perfect romantic evening.

And then he wakes up the next morning with a fever, red stuffy nose, mushrooms growing out of the top of his head, and an inability to remember his own name. Just perfect.

"I'm fine," Hunter whines, stuffy nose adding soft b's and d's to the ends of his words. "Besides, I can't stay home, Lulu is counting on me!"

"Willow," Luz corrects him with an amused eye roll. "Your girlfriend's name is Willow."

"…Isn't that what I said?"

Luz quirks an eyebrow at Hunter's adorably confused expression.

"Sorry buddy, but there's no way you're going to class today," she says, crossing her arms and leaning bodily against the doorframe.

Summoned by the sound of Hunter's disgruntled protests, Raine and Eda appear in the hallway, looking concerned.

"What's all the ruckus?" Eda yawns, eyes half-lidded as she nurses her morning mug of apple blood. She glances back and forth between Luz and Hunter, eyes growing wide as she catches sight of the fungi forest growing out of the top of Hunter's head. "Whoah, what happened to him?"

"Looks like he's caught a case of the common mold," Raine observes, mouth twisting into a sour expression. "I told Darius it was too cold to take him camping on The Knee this time of year."

"I'm not sick, I swear!" Hunter insists, betrayed by a series of ragged coughs that have everyone within hearing distance cringing in disgust.

"Sure you aren't," Raine humors him with a wry smile. "But just for good measure, why don't you take the day off? Settle in and try to get some sleep."

"No," Hunter groans, dragging out the o with a petulant whine. "Today's my anni-month-ary with Pillow! We were gonna cook a movie and watch ice-scream…no, wait…eat a rom-com, and then cook flowers—"

"Tell you what," Raine reasons, their tone sweet and soothing. "If you promise to stay home and rest, I'll make you your favorite breakfast."

"With extra syrup and chocolate chips?" Hunter asks, eyes wide and hopeful.

"You got it, bud," Raine replies, and oh god, clearly living with Eda has had a bad influence on them, if the finger guns are any indication. Scratch that, it's clearly had a bad influence on both of them, Hunter mimicking the same gesture with a sleepy, stupid grin on his face, before promptly passing out in a snoring heap against his pillows.

"Dang," Eda says, impressed smile disappearing behind another swig of apple blood. "You've gotten really good at this whole parenting thing."

"I learned from the best," Raine preens at the compliment, throwing Eda a playful wink. Eda chuckles and swats them playfully on the shoulder, the two of them heading downstairs to the kitchen, arm in arm. 

Luz beams at the sight of them. It's been months since Raine and Hunter moved in with them, but the novelty of seeing her demon realm parents so happy hasn't worn off, and likely never will.

• • •

"Poor thing," Willow coos when Luz delivers the news on the way to their morning classes. She opens her scroll to find a series of sad faces and heart emojis from Hunter, likely sent in a half-asleep stupor, and smiles.

"I think I know just the thing," she says, and when the last bell sounds, Willow rushes home to make her famous cure-all soup with special healing herbs she'd grown herself. 

Only, when she arrives, Hunter is so delirious from the fever that he doesn't recognize her, let alone remember that they're together. The moment she steps into his room, Hunter's eyes grow comically wide, and it's hard to tell whether his face is hot and red from the fever, or because he's blushing so hard.

"Wow," he breathes, seemingly transfixed by the mere sight of her. Willow suppresses a giggle, setting the little container of soup on his bedside table and reaching forward to press her palm against his forehead. Hunter's eyelids flutter closed, and he exhales on a soft, contented hum.

"How are you feeling?" she asks, fixing him with a fond smile as she curls up into the space beside him and coaxes his head into her lap. 

"Awesome," Hunter replies with a dreamy sigh, staring up at her with hearts in his eyes and a big goofy grin on his face while Willow hums a lullaby and gently cards her fingers through his hair. 

They stay like that for a while, Hunter drifting in and out of consciousness, lulled by Willow's soothing ministrations. Just when she thinks he's finally fallen asleep, he glances up at her, a look of hopeful determination in his dozy, half-lidded eyes.

"You are so pretty," he drawls, his voice thick with sleep. "Are you single?"

Willow can't help but giggle in earnest this time, so overcome that words fail her and all she can do is shake her head. Hunter lets out a low whine like a wounded animal, tears pooling in the corners of his eyes as he rolls to the edge of the bed, bundles himself up in his blanket, and buries his face in his pillow.

"Oh no!" Willow exclaims, adopting the tone of someone trying to help a baby bird back into the safety of its nest. "Hunter, what's wrong?"

Another whine, followed by a dramatic sniffle.

"Are you crying?" she asks.

"No," comes Hunter's pitiful sob muffled by the pillow. 

There's a sound of creaking floorboards and shuffling feet, and then Luz and Eda appear in the doorway, looking equal parts curious and concerned.

"Is everything okay?" Luz asks, clutching a ball of yarn attached to a half-knitted cape that she and Eda had spent the better part of the evening working on. "I thought I heard crying."

"You heard right," Eda says, seemingly torn between mirth and alarm. "Willow, why is Moldylocks crying?"

"He—" Willow tries, struggling to keep a straight face. She glances down at Hunter, now fully encased in his blanket burrito, sniffling sorrowfully, and shakes her head in fond amusement.

"He told me I was pretty and asked if I was single," she giggles, a delicate blush tinging the tips of her ears. "And I said no."

The two of them stare at her for a moment, blinking in surprise, and then Eda doubles over, snorting with laughter.

"Willow!" Luz scolds her affectionately. "You have to tell him that you're his girlfriend."

There's a rustling of bedsheets as a set of gangly limbs flails to break free from their self-inflicted blanket prison, and then Hunter is bolting upright, staring at Willow in wide-eyed disbelief.

"You're my girlfriend?" he asks in a soft, awestruck voice.

"Sure am," Willow preens, beaming at him. "For exactly one month today, in fact. Luz tells me you had some big surprise planned for me. I can't wait until you're better so we can celebrate together."

Hunter stares at her for a moment, lips parted in surprise, eyebrows pulled together, looking for all the world like a stray who's just been offered shelter. And then his face breaks into the biggest, goofiest smile. 

"I love you," he says with a contented sigh, and then immediately passes out, fast asleep and snoring before his head even hits the pillow.

"Aww, he's gonna be so upset when he finds out that the first time he said that was while he was too sick to even remember you guys are together," Luz says sympathetically, while Eda tries to stifle another snort of laughter.

Willow just smiles, staring down at him fondly as she resumes stroking his hair. 

"That's okay," she says brightly. "Now I get to hear him say it for the first time twice."

Elements of this story were inspired by art by jess-the-vampire

[nairanorica]

Hotel selfie!

I felt so fucking fancy, but I was so hot and sweaty xD totally worth it tho

Bit of rambling about the con under the cut, tldr: I had an absolute blast and want to thank everyone who said something nice to me, sorry I'm so awkward!

So as I said, I had a fantastic time, maybe my favourite con yet. We snatched a room in a nearby hotel, so we didn't have to worry about finding a parking spot. My biggest complaint is probably how warm and stuffy it was at the convention center.

But the suffering was worth it, there were so many amazing cosplayers and people were so sweet in general! I didn't really expect many people to recognise me as marianne bc fire emblem still feels like such a niche pick, but a bunch did recognise and talk to me. Some of them were in fire emblem cosplay themselves, so that was really fun. Again, really sorry to everyone I talked to for being so awkward. With how loud it is at conventions my brain lags even more than usual, just know you all were lovely and I was happy to talk to you. Almost makes me wanna reactivate my instagram, everyone asked for it to tag me in photos and all I could give was "well here it is, but I don't use it anymore..."

Special shoutout to the girl we met on our way to the con, our groups walked past each other and suddenly I heared fast steps behind me - she ran back to tell me she loved my costume, it was so sweet!

Special mention #2 goes to the guy who walked past us at the gas station. Late in the evening we were getting some drinks from the gas station, me still in full marianne cosplay and fiance with blue fox ears on. As we were leaving this guy walks past us, half loud saying "whoah, naruto..." in this deadpan voice. Like no excitement, no disapprovement, nothing. At first I was just dumbfounded how he got naruto from us, but then it was hilarious

Forgot to take a silly pic with marianne, so here's me being very excited about the inflatable halloween tree as marcille

[stevenbasic]

Growing into the Job, Post 413: Double Trouble, p2

Brittni Jackson and Bobbi Johnson came out of the bar, the body of Fred sandwiched between them as the three hit the air of the cold November evening. Fred, who simply looked to anyone else like he might have had a bit too much to drink, hung his head nodding as they slowly walked him to their van.

Well, technically the minivan was Brittni’s, who bought it used off her mom shortly after getting her driver’s license a few years ago. It was twelve years old, rusting in spots and had been fitted with tinted windows. The middle seat had been removed long ago.

“Your van is, like, straight out of “To Catch a Predator”, huh?” Bobbi asked, opening up the side door.

“What, like, to kidnap boys with?” Brittni giggled.

Yeah, we don’t even need candy.

Yeah, just boobs.

Over Fred’s slouch, the pair grinned at each other, sharing identical smiles and knowing looks before effortlessly tossing Fred into the back seat. Their powers were growing by the minute. Bobbi climbed in with him while Brittni got into the front seat and - after making sure her friend had buckled him in - drove them off.

…

Fred slowly started to come around. The sweet smell of flowers and woman surrounded him, and his head rested on something warm and soft. “Urrgh..wha…what happened?” he mumbled, his vision spinning as he struggled to open his eyes.

“Shhhh...it’s okay sleepy boy. Just relax, just breathe for us. Can you do that?” came Bobbi’s soothing voice, reaching out to him as he sat on her thick lap, her arms hugging him tight against her huge chest. Brittni, from the front driver’s seat, occasionally glanced over her shoulder to check on the little guy.

Bobbi stroked his hair affectionately, which did calm his nerves somewhat as he stirred. The smell of her perfume, the soft sound of her coos and the motion of the van combined with the beers he’d drunk earlier soon lulled him back into a blissful sleep.

“This is going really well, right?” asked Brittni, from the driver’s seat. She and Brittni had made eye contact in the rearview mirror.

“Yeah right?”

Bobbi stroked his hair again, looked down at his little head. We’ll be in there soon, cutie, don’t you worry.

“Oh, Bee, I’m so excited,” Brittni giggled, “I didn’t think I would be, but I am..”

Twenty minutes later the van came to a stop outside of a large apartment complex, one that had probably seen better days. Brittni, wasting no time, leapt out of the van, and slid the passenger side door open with gusto.

“You must be sooo tired of holding him?” she asked eagerly, reaching out her arms towards their slumbering passenger, “Want me to take him?”

“No, it’s okay I think I’ve got him?” said Bobbi, possessively holding his head to her shoulder as she swung her legs out and easily lifted herself and him out of the van. She was carrying him like a toddler. “He’s so light, right?“ she exclaimed, feeling like she could carry him for days as she shifted his weight in her hands and started walking with him towards the building.

Brittni was about to protest but held her tongue, knowing she’d have her time with him soon enough. She tagged along behind, caught up, started stroking his hair. “Is it that he’s really light?” she asked her friend, “Or is it us, tonight, together…getting really strong?”

The girls’ eyes met, as they walked. “Yeah I think that’s it?”

On a whim, Brittni grabbed the handle of a full, 50-gallon garbage they were walking by. With barely any effort, and just one hand, she whipped it off the ground and sent it sailing. It landed with a <crash!> and bounced with a <clunk clunk clunk!> fifty yards away, across the parking lot. Trash bags spilled out everywhere around it. In some apartment above them, a dog started barking.

“Whoah,” Bobbi gushed with a giggle.

The two young women carried the sleeping Fred up to their shared apartment on the 12th floor. They had to use the stairs because the elevator was out of service - again.

“Has that thing ever worked?” Bobbi asked, already two floors up.

“I don’t know, I think I saw a homeless guy in it once? When we first moved in?”

It took less than two minutes for them to jog up the stairs, even holding him. Even in heels.

Brittni opened up the door to their apartment and Bobbi dropped him onto their aging sofa. They took a moment to glance at each other before Brittni locked the door behind them.

“Oh my god Bee do you feel this?”

“Yeah Bee it’s like, electric?”

Brittni walked over to the couch. “Freddie, oh Fredddieeeee, can you wake up sleepyhead..?” Brittni cooed, leaning in close to his ear.

Nothing.

“Poor guy’s all tuckered out, huh?” Bobbi offered.

“Our pheromones are super strong right now?”

“Yeah we don’t even know our own strength, huh?”

“-and we haven't even started the fun stuff yet, have we?”

“Heh, I almost feel-?”

“Sorry for him?” Brittni finished, a wry smile on her face as she gently brushed aside a lock of hair from his eyes. “You have to admit, he does look kinda cute like this doesn’t he? He’s so exhausted and, like, helpless.” She lowered herself into a crouch, aside him. She took his chin in her hand, regarded him for a moment before releasing it with unmistakable disdain. “Uggh does it have to be this guy though? Why can’t it be Dr. J instead? I just want to-”

“Remember our agreement with Alicia? We do this for her and it’s lifetime personal training for free, the whole package?”

They’d already, just today, been told the whole office was being given a free premium membership to Big Body Gym by one of the clients in the pharm study the clinical staff was doing, by the gym’s owner. Bobbi turned away, stepped towards the small galley kitchen to get two glasses of water as she continued to remind her friend why they’d agreed to this evening’s activities. “Big Body has the best equipment, and Alicia’s one of the best personal trainers in the city, right? I mean look at her, she’s, like, ripped and she’s not even the biggest girl that goes there? Some of them are monsters! But - with all that equipment, with Alicia’s help, that could be us, we could be…huge… like her….Brittni? Brittni haha what are you DOING?!?”

When Bobbi had turned around with two glasses of water from the tap, she saw that her friend had picked up the couch, with Fred’s sleeping body still on it, above her head.

“PUT THAT DOWN YOU WEIRDO!!” she laughed.

“You think we really need the gym?” Brittni asked wryly, holding him and the piece of furniture aloft for another good long moment before, with the greatest of care and more ease than should be possible, lowering it back to the ground.

“Jesus, Bee,” Bobbi marveled, picking up a tall metal coffee tumbler from a side table, one she’d left there this morning, and crumpling it to a ball with one hand. It was as if it were made of tin foil. “What’s happening to us?”

“Fred’s happening to us, I think?” Brittni replied, “Look…see?”

Bobbi had walked around the couch, and the two girls now looked down on the sleeping man together. It was obviously apparent, through the khaki pants he wore: he was hard. He probably had been, this whole time.

“Doing this to guys, you and me together, I think it does something to us? Makes us focus?” one of them said.

“And it’s gonna let us do something to him?”

A pause. They both knew what the other was thinking.

Dr. J?

if we can get him?

have a night with him all to ourselves?

What will that do to us?

And what could we do to him?

Just then, a groan from Fred.

The two looked at one another again.

Lets try this.

“Maybe it's just about time to wake up Mr. Sleepyhead?” Bobbi suggested, though Brittni had already moved to pull down Fred’s pants and boxers down to his knees, then his ankles.  The room began to fill with a tangy aroma; at least that’s what it seemed like to their current super-senses.

“That’s right, sleeping prince...” Bobbi whispered as they watched his member rise and thicken even further as it pulsed to greater life. “It's time to wake up. Can you do that for us? Can you get even harder for us?”

Fred’s penis twitched in seeming agreement as Brittni took her position at the end of the couch right between the man’s legs. She blew on it, her hot breaths hot and heavy as she hastened its inevitable rise, and then, with a single knowing and possessive glance to Bobbi, she took him in fully in her mouth, savoring his flavor as she pampered and slathered it with her tongue.

Bobbi listened as Fred moaned, a glint of mischief forming in her eye. “That’s right Freddy, it's time to get up. Don’t you want to show us how much of a man you are?” Bobbi whispered into his ear before tugging on it with a light nibble as she let her heat and her pheromones surround him. “Cuz we want to show you why they really call us the BJ twins, ‘kay?”

This continued for another minute as the sounds of lurid sucking filled the otherwise silent room, before their patience grew thin and began to snap.

“Come on you little shit, we don’t have all night are you gonna wake up or not?”

“He must have had too much to drink?” Brittni said between several obscene slurps. “Plus…I think he’s about to blow?”

Oh no he’s not!

Bobbi reached down and roughly tweaked Fred’s nipples in her strong fingers, causing him to jerk violently in her grip and scream as his eyes opened suddenly in shock.

“What the fuck ?” he exclaimed, looking around the room in utter confusion, his hands caressing his tender, possibly bruised, chest. He was somewhere, on a couch in some apartment. These girls’?

“Mmmm…hi again. Sorry to <slurp!> disturb you but we need you awake <SLURP!> for what happens next,” Brittni said. Bobbi took the back of his head in her palm and kissed him forcefully, dominating his mouth with her tongue, all too eager to get started. After a moment she released him allowing him to gasp and breathe a lungful of air.

Bobbi giggled as Fred struggled for air. Her breathing had grown rapid, and her face was flushed, mimicking Brittni who was still working tirelessly on Fred’s better half. I was thinking of him, she almost said, but her voice caught in her throat when Brittni looked her in the eyes and smiled knowingly.There was this uncanny feeling that they understood each other.

“My turn,” Brittni said, largely for Fred’s benefit, as she got up and seamlessly swapped places with Bobbi, seizing Fred and kissing him even more forcefully, crushing his lips with hers, arms wrapped tightly around him holding him half off the couch, tightly against her big chest.

“Mmmm…nice?” she purred, releasing her gasping captive back to his cushions.

Fred looked around wide eyed, his heart racing. This was the first time he saw that his pants were down, explaining the warm wetness between his legs. This was all happening too fast, these girls were controlling him, he felt like a passenger on a ride that was out of control.

Brittni stood up to her full height, arching her back and pushing out her big chest. “Do you like…big girls Fred ?” she asked with a giggle, peering down at the quivering man below her.

“Because we‘ve become very big girls, right Bee?” Bobbi said, pushing his legs off the couch and pulling him by the collar up to sit. She got up on the couch next to him, on his left, sitting on her knees.  She pulled him roughly towards her, her back arching, her large breasts in his face.

“Are we too big, Fred ?” Brittni asked, now getting on the couch herself, on his right side, on her knees also to face him. She yanked him from Bobbi’s grip.

“I .. I .. I don’t”

“You’ve been staring at our tits since we met you in the bar, right? Surely you know-”

“If you like them or not?”

“Or if they’re too big?”

“I… I’m .. s-so-“”

Before he could finish Bobbi slammed his head forward into her cleavage, holding him tight against her warm soft tit flesh.

“There…have yourself a really good hard look you sleazebag,” she said, crushing him into her chest. Over his head, Bobbi and Brittni’s eyes met. Between them, unspoken, they felt their energies coalescing. They were becoming more assured, more confident, more dominant.

“Oh, buddy, you’re in for the night of your life,” Brittni said. Even their speech patterns had changed.

The girls drank in the growing arousal of this little man between them, force-feeding him pheromones, absorbing his will like it was fuel.

After what felt like an eternity to Fred, Bobbi released him, coughing and gasping, tears streaming down his face.

Brittni leaned forward and licked his right cheek, tasting the salty tears and lapping them up like nectar. “Little boy tears,” she sighed happily, “Don’t they taste simply divine?”

The other one suddenly appeared next to him. She took a long slow lick of the entire left side of his face.

“Oh yes! It tastes like submission!”

“Is that all it takes, to get you to give in? A couple of kisses?” one of them asked, “Come on, you can do better than that.”

At that, Brittni grabbed Fred by the scruff of his neck and pulled his head into her own big breasts. “Whose tits do you like best Freddie?” she asked, rubbing his face back and forth into her massive mammaries.

“Yeah, whose are bigger? Whose are better?” Bobbi added coming from his other side and massaging the back of his head with her breasts.

Fred was lost. It was all happening so fast. It felt like  some kind of nightmare. What had happened to the cute bubbly girls from the bar? These two busty young amazons were toying with him, jerking him around like a puppet on strings, smothering him with their massive breasts. He felt utterly helpless.

“Why…why are you doing this?!?” he cried, his face red and teary, as he was plucked from Brittni’s smothering embrace.

“Hmm… I don’t know...because we can?” Brittni said, swallowing his face in her chest again.

“Because we feel like it?” Bobbi added, rocking his head from side to side with each slap of her breasts.

“You just seemed like a guy who didn’t know his place.”

“Like someone who might not listen to his girlfriend.”

The energy between the two girls was growing stronger.

“Who still thinks he’s in charge!”

“Well, get used to it Freddie, the world is changing!”

“Douchebags like you are just getting weaker!” one of them said, standing and pulling him easily to his feet with her.

“And we…” said the other, standing as well.

“Are just getting stronger!”

They took the opportunity to push him around like a small child between their soft breasts as they pushed him back and forth.

“Scared yet Freddie?” Bobbi asked.

“Ye .. yes!”, he admitted, as he struggled to look up at the amazon twins surrounding him while being pinballed between them.

“Good. You should be!” Brittni replied, casually stopping to lift his chin and force him to look up at her. “My eyes are up here, you little boob monkey.”

She suddenly seized him by the hem of his shirt and casually lifted him into the air, holding him several inches off the floor as he clawed at her fingers, struggling pathetically, finding himself unable to free himself from her grip.

“Oh my god, we’re so strong!” Bobbi gushed, watching Brittni hold the man aloft like a rag doll, with a single hand.

“I feel even stronger now than I did before!” Brittni gushed. Their connection started when he first set eyes on them in the bar. If anything it only seemed to increase as the night had gone on.

“This is so freaking hot. I want more!”

Brittni started to shake with laughter and then slowly walked with him, feet still dangling off the ground, towards Bobbi’s bedroom. She’d barely crossed the doorway when she suddenly threw him across the room, onto the king size bed.

“I’ve got to try that”, Bobbi said throatily, stalking over to the prone man lying in a crumpled heap on her bed. Being together with Brittni, doing this with her, had filled her with an amazing new energy.

She bent over Fred and with her right hand seized him by the shirt, now all stretched and worn, lifting him as easily as Brittni had, their size and strength matching exactly. She lifted him as high as she could, his head nearing the ceiling. “Oh my god,” she said, “such a rush! We could literally do anything we want to him to him!”  At that, Bobbi moaned, her left hand slipping into her skirt as her right hand held the struggling Fred. The terrified man whimpered and struggled weakly pawing at her arm as she held him aloft whilst pleasuring herself.

“And he…he…he…can’t do anything to stop me can he?”

“Oh fuck,” Brittni moaned, feeling the sympathetic pulsing and waves of pleasure Bobbi was experiencing crash through her. Her hand immediately went into her own panties, amplifying their connection even further.

“Oh my holy freak!” Bobbi cried out dropping Fred back down onto the mattress below as her fingers picked up the pace.

“What the hell is going on!?” one of them yelped.

“What’s happening!??”

“I don’t know but we-”

“Fucking love it!” Brittni and Bobbi both gasped in unison as they climaxed in a frenzy, leaving Fred to just look up at them in awe.

After a long moment, their orgasms faded, but left them locked and loaded with new purpose. Something predatory now glinted in both their eyes. Their gazes met.

Breathing heavy, Brittini walked over next to Bobbi, sauntering like a jungle beast. They both looked down at Fred, lionesses with their kill.

“Are you ready little boy?” one of them asked, her voice a low growl as she leaned down towards him on the bed.

“P… puh … please”, he whimpered.

“P… puh … please?” Brittni mocked, “Please what?”

Brittni and Bobbi both let their skirts and painties slide to the floor revealing what was underneath.

“Please fuck you?”

“Show you who's boss?”

“Turn your brains to mush?”

“Use you as our fuck toy?”

“Sit up,” one of them commanded.

All Fred could manage to do was nod meekly and obey as the pair began to climb into bed with him, Bobbi behind him and Brittni straddling his legs. Shuddering and broken he looked pathetic between the two busty goddesses, and they hadn’t even begun their real work.

“Aww, he looks so cute and scared, doesn’t he Bee?” Brittni asked, taking the moment to peel her top up over her head, revealing her big chest in its pretty yellow bra.

“Yeah, don’t you just want to hold him?” Bobbi answered, pulling her own shirt off as well unseen behind him. Their bras matched. “Give him a nice big-“

“-Hug?”

In answer, Bobbi pressed herself tightly up against Fred’s back, bumping him forwards with her huge chest and into Brittni. Fred instinctively put out his arms as Brittni instinctively closed the gap between them, her arms wrapping around Bobbi and the hapless male alike, squeezing him tight against her perfect rack. Fred, with nowhere to go, sat trapped between the amazon twins as the girls tightened around him, squeezing him between their big breasts. They reached around him and each other, linked their arms and bodies together and squeezed. Powerful solid feminine flesh pressed against Fred’s weak male body constricting and crushing him with what felt like the power of a hydraulic press. Fred let out a pathetic moan, when in a blinding moment of pain, he felt something snap in his ribcage.

“Oh are we hugging too hard?”

“Are we too strong for you?”

Climbing back into a new-found high, the two girls squeezed him anew. Brittni was shifting her hips and suddenly, with a gasp, Fred felt himself slide up into her.

“OH FUCK!!” Bobbi moaned from behind him, feeling as if it was she who’d taken him in.

“OH YES!” groaned Brittni, hugging her friend and this hapless male been harder to herself. The three were like one, now, a tower of power. Energy flowed between them all, and as Brittni and Bobbi both slowly began to ride him in perfect, synchronized precision, something in him began to change.

“Oh Bee Yes when I’m with you I feel stronger I feel smarter I feel like I can do anything I want!”

“Let’s Take It Now Bee.”

His mind was starting to change. It had begun. One of them guided him by the waist while the other rode him into his oblivion. He bucked his weak little hips. It was so easy it came from him like syrup.

His will, his IQ, his conscious brain or ego…whatever you wanted to call it had begun to leave him. His cock had exploded into her and they drew it out of him and it fizzled, sparkles and dust. His climax caused lights to flash in his eyes, but when it faded his world was different. Everything was dim.

“Oh my gosh Bee did we just go mental?” he heard one of them ask.

The other giggled.

For Fred, the experience had been far more than a human could endure. It had been a maelstrom of mouths, breasts and womanhood set upon him with unnatural abilities. They’d pounded on his already bruised and battered body, took pleasure in pulversing him into dust and draining his mind until little of the old man remained. He was nothing but a toy now. A simp and a puppet to be used.

They knew he was exactly what she wanted.

After a bit, their energy having faded, one of them reached for a phone. They still lay lounging blithely in bed, the man’s crumpled body snuggled unconscious between them, eyes rolled back in his head. She dialed up their friend. Someone had to come take out the trash.

“Hi Alicia?” she said, to the man’s new owner, “It’s done. He’s, like, fixed? But I think we might have broken him too...”

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[pigin-is-so-rad]

7 People I wish I knew better!

Me? Actually participating in an online community? Whoah!

Thanks @motelrdd for tagging me! You’re one of my major inspirations so I’m flattered ::)

Favourite colour: It depends on the situation but I’m a big big fan of neon orange, especially when paired with a cyan or turquoise

Currently reading: For someone who doesn’t read that much I have a loottt of books I’ve started and just kind of neglected.. most recently judging by the stack of books on my table I think it was either Wheelock’s Latin or the Wings of Fire graphic novels because I run almost purely on nostalgia

Last Song: I’m pretty sure it was Ojos Tristes because that’s what’s stuck in my head, but it could honestly have been anything from Yaelokre to Twenty One Pilots because my taste is not consistent in the least

Last Series: I don’t watch a whole lot of series… I’m pretty sure the last one I finished was Prime Target, but the last one I watched was Transformers Prime. Coughs. You know who you are.

Last film: Transformers One. I might have a problem. (I watched it twice in one week because I saw it and then absolutely had to show it to my friend. I swear I enjoy media outside of the Transformers franchise its just that I’ve been getting really interested in it recently)

Sweet/Savory/Salty: I’m a pretty big fan of savory food, but I do love a mix of sweet and savory. And currently I have a bubble tea that’s pretty fire so it varies depending on the moment I guess

Tea or coffee: Tea most of the time, but I really like a super milky unsweetened iced latte in the summer :)

Working on: a good number of things! Right now I have an animatic/storyboard/PMV type thing I’m working on for a class, but because I’m me it’s also an outer wilds project that I’m super invested in, so I’ll definitely be sharing it here when I’m done with it. I’ve also got a really big time buddies illustration in the works that I could probably call finished but I’m perfecting the details before I share it. Other than that, I’ve been redesigning some ocs from 2020 that I didn’t expect to get so attached to, and this morning I was bouncing around ideas for a potential transformers oc.

Here goes: @nephtheless @ezzriin @neflil @gem-is-bored @fcloudg @spacey-xannabelle @malk-with-tea (Sorry if you’ve already been tagged!)

[defire]

Miasma masterpost

Destroying His Honor Pt 3

Content: comfort, whipping wound care, rude caretaker

Warren

Warren woke, still on the ground, probably only a few seconds later. There was a horrible tearing sensation down his back and he cursed, struggling to walk instead of being dragged.

“Whoah whoah rich prick, hold your–hang onto me, dumbass.” Coal had him in one hand by most of the shirt, which was riding up under Warren’s armpits. The other arm crossed Warren’s welted back, and Coal’s hand locked around Warren’s waist. It hurt.

Warren gripped Coal by the side of his shirt, weakly trying to hang on as he was dragged back into the sleeping quarters. 

“Get all your screams out now," Coal said. “If yer gonna do it later, trust me, these guys pack a punch, and they can make it worse.”

“Kill me," Warren groaned softly.

“You get over it," Coal grunted, kicking a couple pillows onto a bed and then, with surprising grace and ease, leveraging Warren onto the setup, so that when his legs gave out, he fell softly under Coal’s guiding hand, almost painlessly.

When his body realized he wasn’t in immediate danger now, the pain caught up fast. Warren turned his face into the pillow so Coal couldn’t see the faces he was making as he struggled not to start crying again. 

“Really are blind as a Bane," Coal muttered, rummaging around in a cupboard nearby. 

Warren watched Coal return with bandages and stuff out of the corner of his eye. He didn’t resist as Coal put stuff on him, clenching his fists under the pillows and forcing himself to stay still even though the touch burned and stung.

“Y’know I told you notta do that cocky shit," Coal said through a smile. “I thought you said you’re smart. What’s the point of asking for advice if you’re not gonna take it?”

Warren’s fists were clenched tightly.

“I tried.”

“Yeah, well you failed.” Coal gently tugged the blanket up over the bandages. “Let’s see, y’talked back, y’snitched–”

“I did not!”

“Yeah, you defended someone. Now Canine’s gonna be Benji’s next target. Same thing," Coal said, still holding up two fingers.

Warren cursed softly.

“...looked ‘im in the eye,” Coal’s third finger went up.

“That wasn’t in the rules!”

Coal held up a fourth finger.

“And, yer, uh, still tall.”

Warren finally glanced at Coal.

There was a pause as Coal’s frozen, neutral expression and his four fingers stared back at Warren. 

Then Warren saw it–Coal had tilted his head ever-so-slightly. Warren gave a small scoff, and Coal chuckled, somehow barely moving his face at all.

“It’s–so that’s how you do it," Warren muttered.

“Welcome, lordling.” Coal winked, walking toward the door with the lantern in hand.

“Coal," Warren said.

Coal stopped.

“Knowing who I am…” He hesitated. “You’re not…”

“Mm. And I’m probly the only one," Coal said. “Butcha know, poor dumbass, you just lost your sister. I’m not gonna hassle you.”

Warren felt that like a punch in the gut, turning his face away. The lantern in Coal’s hand lowered as the man turned.

“Hey, maybe not though. Maybe she’ll come back as a vampire.” 

Warren didn’t look up to see if he was joking this time. He remained silent as the lantern-light faded out of the room along with Coal’s near-inaudible footsteps.

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This is Miasma, Book 2 of the Sinking City series after Dance of Death.

[monimccoythings]

Wedding Crashers part 3

Whoah, life has been a mess these last months ,but in a positive way, got a job had to move across the country, worked a few months, got an even better job (like a huge promotion) and now have to move back to the other side of the country. But now I'm back! Hopefully.

Trigger warning, this contains mentions of attempted rape and violent and gory elements.

tags: @karma-reader

It was nearly noon when Kuroobi came to fetch you, saying Arlong demanded your presence. You reluctantly got up from the table you were currently playing a very tricky game of cards, silently thanking him for saving you from a very humilliating losing streak. Knowing Arlong didn't like to wait, you hurried your pace to match Kuroobi's.

"It's been quite a long time since you first arrived. I wonder if your family cares about you at all." Oh, he was being an asshole, but you weren't going to play his games.

"It was more money than we actually have. They need time." He hummed, not entirely believing you. He suddenly rose up from his throne and approached you slowly, it dawned on you how much bigger and stronger than you he was. He circled you like a predator. Way too close for comfort.

"There is something you said the first time we met that hasn't really left my mind. Please, humor me, because I'm a bit curious; why someone who has everything they could ever desire be so against the idea of being released?" You didn't know if he was really curious or just taunting you. You decided to answer anyway.

"I despised that life and the rules that came with it." He let out a low chuckle that lacked any kind of amusement. "Oh, poor little princess who was born with a silver spoon in her mouth." You jumped when you felt his hot breath in your ear. When had he gotten behind you?

"A silver spoon with golden chains to match." You couldn't help the resentment of your own. "What's the point of so many riches and luxury if you can't enjoy life the way you desire? They tell you how to act, how to talk, what to eat, what to wear, how to feel, and somehow you're always doing it wrong."

You nearly jumped when Arlong grabbed your shoulder and roughly turned you towards him. There it was, that passionate look in his eyes that you couldn't decipher. Was he angry? Was he happy? Probably not even Arlong knew.

You backed a couple of steps under the intensity of that gaze, until your lower back hit the desk. Arlong followed you trapping you between the desk and his hard body, there was no escaping him. You could literally feel the warmth radiating from his body. Whoever said fishmen bodies were cold had clearly never seen one up close.

"I'm sorry to hear that, Princess; but when you come from a place of poverty and suffering like my people I find that a little bit hard to believe. While you were whining like a spoiled brat in your fancy castle, we were kids fighting for survival. But don't worry, once mommy and daddy pay up, you can run away towards that freedom you so desperately want."

He titled your chin towards him, trying to look more intimidating than he already was; and, for a couple of seconds you just stared at each other, too lost in the intensity of your gazes to notice any of your surroundings . With a grimace, he let you go and ordered you to get out of his sight. Your heart was beating furiously inside your chest. What was that? What game was he playing?

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟

Your family still didn't pay, but they did send many mercenaries to 'rescue' you. You didn't know how to feel. So, they wouldn't pay the money but were willing to spend it on a bunch of fools that got easily dispatched by the Arlong Pirates in seconds?? You understood the price he had set was very high. But maybe some old family heirloom would be worth enough to pay for your rescue?

Arlong surely loved to rub in your face how each one of those pathetic attempts of rescue failed. The crew even had set bets over how much they lasted, who got the most kills... You'd admit without shame that sometimes you had participated in those bets. It was the only thing you could do. Plus, it was fun and helped you integrate with the crew. Sometimes you were the one who teased Arlong about who was going to win the bet, completely forgetting your position as a hostage in that crew. But, surprisingly, he let that slide.

It got to a point where they got very cocky... until one group actually managed to sneak you away. You didn't know where those people had come from, but judging by their looks they seemed to be the lowest of the low.

They forcefully dragged you into their ship and towards the captain's quarters. You tried to ignore their lecherous stares as best as you could but the way some of them were looking at you like a piece of meat... it sent shivers running down your spine.

You were roughly shoved on the bed by the captain, a middle aged dirty man who smelt like beer and sweat. You tried to resist his advances but he was way too strong for you. He slapped you on the cheek with enough force to make you see white dots. He kept groping you, forcefully grabbing your breasts with his disgusting hands and kneading them in a way that brought you a lot of pain.

"Your family didn't pay us enough to face those things, so we are taking a little extra." His rancid breath made you want to throw up. When his hands started ripping the top of what had once been your wedding dress, you started screaming and thrashing violently. You desperately called for help, knowing there was no way anyone could hear you. You were about to lose any kind of hope until...

Something crashed against the ship with enough force that left it shaking. The force of the impact made your assaulter fall off you, giving you room to scoot away from him. He let out a curse and loudly demanded to know the source of the impact.

For a few seconds, there was only silence. And after that, pandemonium. Men were screaming in terror, shooting their guns at something, some animalistic grunts and roars could be heard followed by spalttering noises that made you wonder if the ship had entered the territory of a Sea King. Soon those voices were quieted down until there was only silence.

No, not silence. You could hear footsteps. Loud and stomping. They were getting even louder, they were coming towards your room, until they suddenly stopped.

The doors were sent flying with inhuman force. The dust cleared and you let out a little gasp. Arlong was there, breathing heavily, his lips were pulled back in a feral snarl, his sharp teeth were stained with fresh blood that was also dripping from his chin. However, if there was something truly terrifying about him now, it had to be his eyes. The look in his eyes was something you have never seen in him and hoped you'll never see again. It was the deranged look of a wild beast, he was more shark than man at this point.

The captain of the mercenaries, seeing what was about to come, desperately fired bullet after bullet towards Arlong. He casually brushed them off like they were nothing. He grabbed the captain's head and smacked it against the wall repeatedly, ignoring his victim's pleas, even when they stopped he kept going, and going until there was nothing left of that head but a bloody pulp. You coudln't even look.

He turned towards you and for a second, you felt fear, wondering if he was going to punish you. But, surprisingly, and with a gentleness so uncharacteristical of him, he scooped you up in his arms and carried you away from that room. You would surely deny it later, but despite everything you have heard outside, and what had just happened, this was the safest you had felt in a long time.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟

To say he was angry was an understatment. Arlong was LIVID. How had this happened? How could some band of inferior beings sneak on his ship full of fishmen pirates and steal his prize without anyone noticing?

They had grown confident, sloppy. And those humans took advantage of it. A growl started forming in his chest. Never again. He would make sure it never happened. Your parents had already tested enough of his patience with their greediness. They thought of him a joke? They didn't consider his hold over their only daughter a threath worthy enough of consideration?

As he held your small body against his chest, he wondered about that sudden feeling of desperation when he saw you gone. He wanted to say that it was because without you, the chances of getting his money were slim; but he wasn't thinking about the money when he furiosly swam towards the mercenaries' ship, all semblance of rationality long gone. And that sent him crashing into an emotion he rarely made use of: panic.

You had to go. Whatever human charm you had was starting to affect him, just the way it had affected his crew. He couldn't have that. He couldn't trash his ideals and his goals for some little spoiled princess who would have him enslaved if she had the chance.

He and his brothers would pay a visit to your parents, and reclaim what was theirs. And then they would leave you there, to live your stupid human life with a lesson well learned: Do not mess with the Arlong Pirates.

Yet, the mere thought of leaving you behind stirred something ugly in him, something unwanted, something dangerous. If he allowed that to grow he would end up losing everything that he had fought so hard for in the last few years. All the people he had lost, all his rage, pain, and desire of revenge would be reduced to nothing.

He should make you hate him, he should treat you like he would treat any other human, torture you to the point of insanity just for his own sadistic pleasure. But he had just crashed an entire crew like a one fishman army just to get you back.

For a minute, looking down at you, he wondered if he really couldn't have it all. His revenge, his money, his prize... He was Arlong the Saw, soon to be lord of the entirety of the East Blue, he could take, maul and kill whatever he pleased and no Marine army would be able to lay a hand on him!

But that... would mean admitting he had some soft spot for you and he... he hadn't decided yet how to act on that.

[rocketboots564]

Here is part one of my thoughts, notes, and reactions to Red Versus Blue Season 9 as a first time watcher!

Yes, I have heard the news about Rooster Teeth. No I will not let that stop me from binging this series one way or another!

The rest of each individual season will be posted separately instead of being a reblog of the first post… mainly because I saw how egregiously long my post on season 8 was.

Season 9 Part 1:

Epsilon… what do you mean nobody’s called you “Director” in a really long time? Sir, season 8 was probably just a couple months ago… I think…

I don’t know how much time has passed from S8 to S9

FIRST OF ALL TUCKER, CHURCH IS CABOOSE’S BEST FRIEND

Wait… how can you get winded if you’re an AI. I mean I know Epsilon is in a memory unit, but does that mean he relives everything in a human body too?

It does make sense that Epsilon doesn’t really know how to use a Rifle. Sure, Church (or Alpha? Imma stick with church) didn’t know how to properly use it either, but he did know how to adjust the scope.

“Torqued in my pants” pffft…

WOAH TUCKER?! You did WHAT IN ALONE TIME? WHAT THE HELL’S “ALONE TIME”? 😦

Erm… what the Metal Gear? I unironically love this stealth mission thing. And knowing South Dakota… I wonder how long it’ll take for this to go tits up…

I’m betting five to ten minutes

also, YESS THE BIG BUCKS BUDGET OF ANIMATED CG SCENES RETURNS.

South MY GOD LISTEN UP?! HAVE YOU NEVER PLAYED ANY STEALTH GAME?! Set up the MOTION DECTETORS!!!

As someone who’s had years of experience sneaking past light sleepers in the dead of night for snacks and video games… I could do this better than you South Dakota.

SOUTH THIS IS WHY WE SET OUR SOLITON RADAR!!! I mean motion detectors… sorry I got Metal Gear Solid on the brain

MY GOD THE ANIMATION?! THE TAG TEAMING?! What happened that got South Dakota to eventually abandon North Dakota?

I too could take 50 of them South… in a fight… definitely a fight

Oop I saw that in the background! Who’s that?!

OOH THEY BAITED ME WITH THE BLACK ARMOR! They almost made me think it Tex… it’s actually well… whoever this cyan lady is

Supportive Sarge? He WANTS to hear the blue perspective? He DOESN’T want to command and yell at his subordinates?

GRIF? CLEANING? Actually I could get behind Maid Grif.

“I actually like being talked down to” woah WOAH SIMMONS?! 🤨 real, me too…

I mean… at least Donut’s still kept his accidental yet somewhat intentional innuendos. And, also his diary apparently…

Damn SHUT UP SOUTH DAKOTA! SHUT UP!! NOBODY HEAR WANTS TO HEAR YOUR SHIT!

North? WHOAH ANIMATED FACES?! NORTH DAKOTA WITH THE CLUTCH!!

Medics = bad luck. Honestly… yeah for you guys they are.

THE PHOTOSHOPPED WET FLOOR SIGN AND MOP IS KILLING ME

The ultimate OTP battle: Caboose x Sheila versus Caboose x Email

Listen… Tucker… never in a million years will I ever call you Professor Fuck

Damn the Freelancer Program only has ranked mode? No wonder they’re all assholes

CONNECTICUT? SHE’S CT? Yeah I can see why you’re so mad about your low rank… you’ll get your shit rocked by Professor Fuck of all people. Fuck it… it’s a funny name

So like… you know you’ve got absolutely dogshit rizz when Caboose has a better shot at dating someone than you.

Speaking of which… Caboose is now in my top 5 of the most dateable guys in this show. Like take this quote from him:

“I just really want to meet someone nice. Someone who appreciates me for who I am not so much because I’m pretty but because they really want to get to know me…”

HOW HAS THIS MAN NOT WOOED THE HEARTS OF THOUSANDS?

Tucker has NO rizz…

Oh wow Epsilon, just drop the existential dread on your teammates like that with no warning. It is a damn good thing your teammates either don’t understand it or don’t care.

Huh… seems even in a memory unit in which everyone is different fate still finds a way to make Grif lazy and sarcastic again.

Then again, that’s kinda happening with the rest of Red Team as well, minus Simmons and Lopez

Also, LOPEZ IS BACK! And this time is immediately beefing with Simmons… or rather the other way around.

“I’ll show you who’s likable and funny, and who people like” SIMMONS BABY ITS YOU! YOUR THE ONE I LOVE! YOUR THE ONE I NEED!

I just like Simmons… a perfectly normal amount…

Conclusion: this season already fucking ROCKS I LOVE IT! HOLY SHIT THIS IS AWESOME!

[alexxyna]

The Big Win after the Loss~

Warnings: Swearing(not much), kiss on cheek, cheating(mention), flirting( I think that is it, but if I forgot anything, please let me know so I can improve it next time!<3)

!Not Proofread!

Pairing: No one yet, but maybe in part 2…

AuthorsNote: Hii, so this is my first ever fiction, so please don’t be too hard with the criticism. I’m open for praise, criticism and ideas of improvement! This Fiction was suggested by my best friend, who chose every little detail about it! So shout out to my best friend A, love ya!<3

People involved: Cody Rhodes, Jey and Jimmy Uso, Finn Bàlor, Damian Priest, Rhea Ripley

People Mentioned: Naomi, Solo Sikoa, Roman Reigns(as the Tribal Chief), Dominik Mysterio, JD McDongah, Alba Fyre, Isla Dawn

Enjoy<3

It was impressive how many Enemies The Judgment Day has made in their short time in WWE, but even better is, that I was selected as the second feminin Superstar of the most dominant faction in the entire Wrestling Business! It was interesting to see, how this Alliance came to live, since just a few days before, I helped Cody and Jey win the Tag Team Titles from the Judgment Day at Fastlane. Rhea confronted me Backstage which led to a fight on Raw the next Week. I won, which showed the Judgment Day that I was perfect for them.

So here we are, 9 days after Fastlane on Raw. For the past few days, WWE played sequences that hinted my return and debut as The Judgment Day’s newest member. That day, The Judgment Day got their Rematch for the Titles. When Finn and Damian made their Judgment Day entrance and started walking down the Ramp, they suddenly stopped and my music hit. The Crowd went wild when I exited the Curtain in my new darker persona, in a Goddess like robe and a halo over my head, being portrayed as the saviour of The Judgment Day! It was just like Fastlane, except for 1 thing, I was standing in Judgment Day’s corner now!

The match began and both sides started hitting big moves really soon. I was walking around the ring, cheering on my faction, when I noticed someone staring at me. It was Cody Rhodes. Jey was the legal competitor, so Cody had all the time in the world to continue checking me out, which I noticed fairly quickly, as he kept on trying to keep his eyes off of me. He came back to his senses after Damian pushed him off the apron onto the hard floor. I giggled and turned around to walk the other way, when I heard my name being shouted from the crowd, by a familiar, almost to familiar voice. “Y/n!” It couldn’t be… I turned back the other way, jumped over the barrier and sprinted towards the area where the voice came from, to see Jimmy Uso standing in front of me, smirking! “Y/n, whatchu doin’ here?” He said, grabbing me by the arm and pulling me closer to him, so that he could whisper in my ear “I missed you!” “Back off Fatu!” I shouted in his face, mentioning his real last name… after all, it would have been yours too, if he wouldn’t have cheated on you with Naomi , 2 days before our wedding. Jimmy’s always been flirting with you, ever since you joined the Company a few years back. They are married now and have kids… You have long finished with this chapter of your life, but he isn’t over you yet, even tho he has a family now. You cant help but feel sorry for Naomi, because you’re basically the reason that her marriage isn’t as filled as it could be, since her husband is secretly dreaming of someone else at night.

“Whoah, chill out, Mama, what did I do?” “Oh, you know what you did, alright, and besides… WHAT IN GODS NAME ARE YOU DOING HERE?!” I screamed at him and I could have sworn the entire Arena heard me. “I was just here to watch my baby brother loose” he said “like he always does…” he added under his breath “Baby Brother? Your just a few minutes older!“ „As I said, baby brother“ he said ”oh my- whatever“ I answered, thinking about why I was ever attracted to him “Stop lying, I know you’re here to do something to alter the outcome of the match. Whatever your plan is… Stop!” “Why you his side, mama? Shouldn’t you be on Judgement Day’s side?” “Oh I am, but if you screw over Cody and Jey, the fans won’t get the match they deserve.” “He betrayed us, Me, Solo, the Tribal Chief and the entire Family!” “He only did what was best for him!” I exclaimed “Oh yeah? Well, I don’t care! Take care, mama!” He said, gave me a kiss on my cheek and took off towards the ring. I was stunned as I watched him give Jey a superkick, presenting Finn the perfect opportunity to pin Jey and get the Titles back to The Judgment Day. I came back to my senses after hearing the crowd explode after Jimmy left through the crowd. I made my way through the crowd of screaming fans back to the ring to start celebrating with Finn and Damian, trying to ignore the pressure to break away from Damian’s arms, run back to the ring and cheer up Jey and Cody.

When we got backstage, we entered the Locker Room to continue celebrating with Rhea, Dom Dom and JD. We celebrated for a few more hours till it was time for us to leave. Rhea and I were the last to leave, since we were called into the office of Adam Pearce, to discuss a Tag match against the Witches Alba Fyre and Isla Dawn on Raw next week. We accepted and continued our way towards the exit. When we got to the Parking Lot, we started looking for my car to drive to the Hotel. We found it after passing a lot of vehicles, including Cody’s bus which… “Why is Cody’s Bus still here? I thought he left earlier?” I asked Rhea “I guess not, maybe he had to plan something with Pearcey, like we had to” Rhea answered, giggling after calling Adam Pearce „Pearcey„ “Probably…”

I opened the Trunk so we could put away our bags, when I noticed footsteps behind us. I turned around to face two tall and muscular men. “Hey, what’ up Mama’s?” It was Jey Uso and Cody Rhodes~

To be continued~

[todays-just-a-daydream]

just found a bunch of posts with tags saved a year ago in my drafts and i have to be very annoying and post them for the record cause i reread them like whoah who said that she was right on then died laughing looking at the date

[naturesapphic]

Hey this is super random, but I was scrolling through the Clarke Griffin tag and saw you wanted to write for her. If you still do, could you please write something soft and comforting with her?

“We’re going to be okay”

Clarke griffin x fem!reader

Warnings: cussing, comfort/hurt, fluff :)

You woke up suddenly with the feeling of falling. Looking around you see people in seats with straps around them to keep them from out of the seats. You kept looking around until you looked over to your right and see your girlfriend Clarke looking bewildered and scared. “Clarke? Clarke!” You exclaimed and Clarke immediately looked over to you and tried to get to you but couldn’t move. “Y/n! Oh my goodness you’re okay!” She said and you looked at her with tears and fear in your eyes which made clarkes heart break. “It’s okay y/n/n…I’m here…I’ll protect you I promise.” She reassured you until she heard a voice “welcome back” her ex best friend said to her. “Look-“ wells started but was interrupted by your girlfriend.

“Wells, why the hell are you here?” Clarke asked him sternly and you winced slightly at her time. “When I heard that they were sending prisoners to the ground I got myself arrested.” Wells explained to Clarke and she looked surprised. “I came for you and y/n” he explained and then there was some crash sound and the lights blinked a couple of times. “What the fuck was that?” Clarke exclaimed at wells. “That, was the atmosphere.” Wells said and suddenly a tv came on showing the chancellor talking to us. Suddenly finn decided that it would be such a great idea to get out his seat which caused him to float. “Check it out. Your dad floated me after all.” Fin said cockily. “You should strap in before the parachutes deploy.” Wells instructed finn. Then Clarke spoke “hey! You two! Stay put if you want to live!” She demanded as she saw two people trying to unzip and get out of the restraints.

“Hey, you’re the traitor who’s been in solitary for a year.” Finn said. “And you’re the idiot who wasted a month of oxygen on an illegal spacewalk.” She barked back at him. “And you must also be the traitor’s girlfriend.” He said to you and you rolled your eyes at him. “Yes I am and if you have a problem with it then so float yourself.” You bit back at him which caused Clarke to smile proudly at you. “The spacewalking was fun. I’m Finn.” He said and the both of you just looked at him. Then Clarke looked over to where the two boys were at “stay in your seats!” She urged and then the parachutes popped up and Finn was slammed into someone and the other two boys got slammed on the side of the aircraft ship.

“Finn are you okay?!” Both you and Clarke said at the same time and everyone started freaking out. “Retrorockets ought to have fired by now.” Wells yelled out to Clarke and you. “Okay…everything on this ship is one hundred years old right? Just give it a second!” Reassured both of you. “Clarke! There’s something I have to tell you! I’m sorry I got your father arrested.” He tried to apologize. “Don’t you talk about my father!” Clarke exclaimed. “Please! I can’t die knowing that you hate me!” He pleaded. “They didn’t arrest my father wells! They executed him! I do hate you!” Clarke said harshly and you looked at both of them sympathetically.

Then the lights went out and everyone started shouting. A crash was heard all throughout the ship and then the machines suddenly stopped. “Listen. No machine hum.” Monty explained. “Whoah…” jasper said as he looked around amazed. “That’s a first.” Said breathless. All of a sudden the buckles that were holding y’all in your seats were suddenly unbuckled and everyone immediately got out of them. You helped Clarke with hers and you got into her arms hurriedly which made her smile. “I’m so glad you are here baby.” She whispered against your hair and you nodded your head against her chest.

Clarke pulled away from the hug when she saw Finn on his knees next to the guy who decided to follow Finn in his footsteps and unbuckle himself during the landing. “Is he breathing.” Clarke said as she rushed over to Finn’s side. Finn just kept looking down and Clarke knew that he didn’t make it. “The outer door is on the lower level! Let’s go!” A random boy shouted. “No! We can’t just open the doors!” Clarke said rushing to where the man was and you rushed after her, staying by her side as she always wanted you to be. “Hey. Just back it up guys.” A random man said as he stood in front of the door.

“Stop!” Clarke exclaimed as she climbed down the steps with you following behind her as she walks over to the strange man. “The air could be toxic.” She said sternly. “If the air is toxic, we’re all dead anyway.” He stated. “Bellamy?” A woman said softly as she went down the ladder and went over to him. “My God…look how big you are..” he said with emotions in his eyes. She immediately hugged him and then she suddenly pulled away from him to take another look at him. “What the hell are you wearing? A guards uniform?!” She said with a disgusted and shameful look. “I borrowed it to get on the drop ship. Someone has got to keep an eye on you.” He smiled at his sister and she hugged him again which made him laughed.

Me and Clarke just stood there awkwardly with the other kids and waited for them to be done until Clarke noticed something. “Where’s your wristband?” Clarke asked the girl and she looked at her weirdly. “Do you mind? I haven’t seen my brother in a year.” She stated sassily and you rolled your eyes at her. A guy shouted “no one has a brother!” He said and another person shouted “that’s Octavia Blake! The girl they found hidden in the floor!” They said and Octavia glared at them and started after them until her brother got ahold of her. “Octavia! Octavia. No. Let’s give them something else to remember you by.” He reassured her. “Yeah? Like what.” She grumbled. “Like being the first person on the ground in one hundred years.” He smiled down at his sister and pulled down the lever that opened the metal door.

It revealed the most beautiful site you’ve ever seen. You and Clarke stood by each other and just stared everywhere in awe. Octavia slowly walked over to where the dirt was and planted her feet in the dirt. She threw her hands up in the air “WE ARE BACK BITCHES!” She screamed out and everyone started running out of the pod onto the ground. You and Clarke smiled at each other and jumped off the pod, landing on the grass. “It’s so beautiful out here!” You exclaimed and looked around. She laced her hands with yours and guided you through the forest to look around and find mount weather. She unrolled the map in her hands and looked at it with a confused look. “Why so serious princesses.” Finn said to the both of you. “It’s not like we died in a fiery explosion.” He said trying to light up the mood.

You gave him a stern look. “Try telling that to the two guys who tried to follow you out of their seats.” Clarke said unbothered as she kept trying to figure out the map. “Y’all don’t like being called princesses, do you princesses.” He said smirking at y’all as you glared at him while Clarke have him an unimpressed look. “Do you see that peak over there?” She asked him and he said yeah in response. “Mount weather. There’s a radiation soaked forest between us and our next meal. They dropped us on the wrong damn mountain.” Clarke said angrily and you looked at her worriedly.

Y’all walked back to the pod as Finn ventured off somewhere as you stayed with Clarke of course. She was drawing on the map when someone interrupted her. “We got problems. The communications system is dead. I went to the roof and a dozen panels are missing. Heat fried the wires.” Wells explained to y’all and you sighed. “What the hell are we gonna do?” You said scared and Clarke reassured you. “All that matters right now is getting to mount weather. See? Look.” She pointed at the map. “This is us and this is where we need to go if we want to survive.” Clarke explained to the two of us. “Where’d you learn that from?” Wells asked your girlfriend and Clarke gave him a glare and he realized. “Oh…your father…” wells said sympathetically.

“Wells i think it’s best to leave us for a moment right now okay?” You told him and he nodded his head sadly as he walked away. Clarke sighed “thank you…it’s just so hard to be around him. I still can’t believe what he did to me…” she said getting choked up. “Hey hey baby…it’s okay I understand. It’s okay.” You said softly to her as you take her in your arms. She sighed and pulled away first giving you a small smile. “Thank you for understanding and being patient with me. I love you and we will get through this. Together.”

A/n: I have my own buy me a coffee page! You can give me a dollar and it will help. I also have some different commission types I will do so here’s my page to look into it :) https://www.buymeacoffee.com/naturesapphic holy shit this is 1,563 words lmao. Well I hope @pisces-bookshelf likes it and I hope everyone else does too! Sorry it took so long. Requests are open for yeehaw!wanda, country!wanda, and any other southern variants of Wanda or Natasha! Remember to stay hydrated and to rest!

[kitsu-katsu]

I'm gonna make this post as condenaed and abridged brainrot to explain why Victor Frankenstein is my boy from 200 yr old media prompted by a tag question from @samathekittycat in a post I reblogged because that highjacking would've been too much

So. Basically every adaptation ever is way off, Victor in the og novel is a guy from a rich family, yes, but one that has it's own fucked up occurrences that shape him even though he says his life is the peak of idyllic and that can lead to really good character analysis

He becomes an alchemy fanatic at 13, completely obsesses over it, even harder when his father claims the whole subject to be trash and he's in general somewhat fascinated by natural occurrences as well, so he gets it into his head that he wants to change the world by attaining the alchemist dream of basically defeating death, and this is all exacerbated when he's about to be sent away to study in Ingolstadt at 17 and just days before his mother dies of an illness his cousin-sister-future wife (it's complicated, it's a whole mess with hiw mother's involvement too) contracted first, so his trip is delayed a bit, but he never really processes his grief and is not that interested in actual science at first until a professor he meets there validates the alchemists ambition and he starts to hyperfixate on science so bad he's surpassed his professors in 2 years, and with all this baggage, at 19, he decides he's going to decode the secrets of death basically, because as he sees it at this point, if applied enough in the right direction with a scientific method any mediocre man could change society

So he builds his creatire after 2 years of isolating himself completely to do it, so he finishes it at like 21, and the thing is, the guy basically did all of this in a hyperfocused state he started at 19 and influenced by All That Baggage and grief he has Not Processed, so he wasn't really thinking about the consequences of anything. So his creature opens its eyes and suddenly the weight and terror of everything falls upon him along with a good mix of uncanny valley, and he just. Collapses. He sleeps a bit, his creature's still there, and he's so scared he runs away from his dorm room and by chance meets with his bff who was back in Geneva with the rest of his family he hasn't talked to in 2 whole years, his creature sneaks out while this is happening, and when going back, Victor is so mentally collapsed and strained and also scared he mighr be called crazy that he's just glad that the creature's gone and enters a fragile state where he's just completely physically sick and done for for a Big While, he can't take care of himself anymore and can't even look at anything relatingnto science anymore

When he's getting better, he has to go back to Geneva because his brother died. Whoah-oh, it was the Creature. He confronts it eventually and it asks for a bride and promises to go away with her, this is a Whole Conflict, because Victor can't reveal what he knows or he'll be labelled insane, he also doesn't wanna finish the bride because she'll also be her own person and what if she doesn't wanna run away with og Creature as his bride? While all of this is happening, one family servant is being accused of the murder and trialed, Victor is squealing in a corner

Basically, he's very autistic, he's seen a hysteric, his creation of the Creature can be analyzed from so many different angles, from teenage pregnancy and postpartum depression, trans experiences (both transmasc and transfemme! I've seen excellent analysis from both perspectives, though I have a personal bias towards the transmasc reading), the process of artist in general (like, that point when you start drawing something and you start zooming into every detail for hours and once you zoom out again you realize you don't like how it came out at all even though you put so much time into it), his illnesses and disabilities both mental and physical are really interestingly depicted as well, overall, he's a very meaty character who was FAR from making everything right, in fact, he did a lot wrong, but he's also a victim of his circumstances, a teen/young adult in the whole duration of the thing, and is suffering tons of pressure from everywhere while losing his purpose and selse of self to his opposition to his own creation. They are the definition of "they can make eachother worse" and Victor loses everything. He's a tragedy. A tragedy that a lot of people wanna ignore and just say he's plain evil because the Creature must be plain good and they feel smart if they say the typical "Small brain: Frankenstein was the monster vs Big brain: Frankenstein was the scientist, not the monster vs Galaxy brain: Frankenstein was the monster all along" and they completely skip out on all the depth this character has

I went super aurface level in a lot of parts here, but I hope it's somewhat understandable

I recommend reading the novel though! It's Good

[ashmp3]

you’re starring in a movie with the last person you saved in your camera roll and the last song you listened to is the title, who/what is it?

tagged by @jaebeomtual @1ovestay ummmmmm…………. i have difficult relationships with this song bc *REAALLLYYY LOUD CAR PASSES* virgo mar- what u couldn’t hear me? Whoah that’s a shame. Anyway. Tagging @chismosavirus @wantbytaemin @nosferatism and @10281 if you want tooooo mwah