#I fucking hate Atlantis shit so much

[cain-apologist]

What’s the word for when you see a witch blog you haven’t seen in a while and at first you’re like “Aw yay I remember them from a while back when I was just starting out on witchcraftin, I think I liked their posts a lot at the time, nice to see they’re still around :)” and then something doesn’t feel right and then it clicks:

You unwittingly read a book that was your very first exposure to Atlantean alien ‘what if the pyramids…weren’t made by the people who lived there’ bullshit once because that blog specifically recommended it based on an ask you sent; said reading filling you with a new form of thermonuclear wrath that made you physically sweaty?

Asking for a friend.

[ragingduststorm]

With a taste of your lips, I'm on a ride

Been sitting (lol) on this little piece of Adrian Chase smut for over six months, so here you go. I miss my little murderous pookie and you can't tell me that face doesn't beg to be sat on.

Disclaimer: established relationship, Y/N uses they/them pronouns and is a vagina owner, mention of weight based insecurities, but Adrian is an absolute sweetheart about it

Warnings: 18+, face sitting (duh), oral (both receiving) and... not much else? This is honestly kinda tame to what I usually write

Word count: ~1,9k

„You’re such an idiot.“, accompanied by a laugh. Their real laugh. Adrian loved it. Loved that they were so comfortable around him to completely be their true self. To not hide their smile behind their hands or stifle their laugh. “Look, I’m just saying-“ Adrian stood in the bedroom, jeans on, but shirtless. He’d already sniffed all his shirts lying around on the floor and deemed them too smelly and now he couldn’t decide what to wear. Y/N entered, clothes wise the exact opposite. They were wearing a low-cut tank top, over it one of his flannels and down below only bright pink underwear that hugged their curvaceous butt in just the right way. Adrian snapped out of his staring when his favourite sweater was thrown in his face. “I’m sorry, what did you say? I was hypnotized by your beautiful ass.” They rolled their eyes but grinned at the same time. “I said, that if you don’t shut your filthy mouth, I’ll have to do it for you!” Adrian could feel the bulge in his pants, that was already quite big due to the sight in front of him, start to throb. He swallowed hard. “And how would you do that?”, he asked with a nervous laugh. Even after a year he still got a little nervous around them. They slowly stepped over the pile of discarded shirts towards him. Their hand touched the waistband of his jeans and slowly moved upwards along his naked torso. Adrian shivered from the touch and the excitement. Finally, their hand reached his lips. “I could just sit on your face. Don’t think you’d be such a smart mouth then.” His eyes widened as he took the words in. Oh. Fuck. Yes. He’d been wanting this ever since he’d first seen them. Had fantasized about it so many times, back when they hadn’t known he existed, when he’d kept them safe from afar. “But alas, we have to go to this stupid birthday party.” They shrugged and turned around, taking the pile of shirts to the bathroom with them.

Adrian stood there dumbfounded. After a minute he shook his head. Absolutely not. Now that they had put the thought into his brain, he couldn’t get it out anymore. He would be an absolute mess at the stupid party if they didn’t remedy that beforehand. In his head, a plan had already formed. He threw the blankets and pillow off the unmade bed and positioned himself on it. For a second, he thought about what to say. He couldn’t mention anyone from the team, then Y/N’s mind would be on the party and how late they were. No, Adrian had to get personal. “Stargate Atlantis didn’t deserve another season. The ending was exactly right.” He listened intently and heard the washing machine door slam shut. More then. “Dogs are better than cats in every aspect and nobody should settle for cats.”, he said. His words had the desired effect. He could hear them stomping over. This was too easy. “What the fuck are you on about, Adr-“ They stood in the doorway, their angry look turning into surprise when they saw him on the bed. “PCs are better than consoles and only PC gamers are real gamers.” Adrian had to suppress a laugh. “Seriously?”, they asked, walking over to the bed. He could feel their gaze wandering over his body. Now he just had to drive it home. He looked into their eyes and with a smirk said: “I’m going to keep saying stupid shit all night. Unless you shut me up of course.” Y/N was obviously torn. Adrian could see it in their body language. For one, they hated being late to anything, but on the other side they were turned on both at the thought and from seeing him like this. “But the party…” “I don’t care about that stupid party.” That was a lie. He’d been helping Ads plan this party for weeks, but not even his love and adoration for Peacemaker could overwrite his want, no his need, of having the person that he loved sit on his face. “Come and sit on my face., baby.”, Adrian said with that low raspy voice that he knew Y/N couldn’t resist. And if that still hadn’t convinced them, he added softly: “Please.” His words had the desired effect. “Fuck, okay. But we don’t have much time.”, they said, anxiety mixed with want.

They got on the bed and a little clumsily positioned their knees on either side of Adrian’s head. He could smell the citrusy smell of the bodywash they had just used, and beneath it he could smell them. Adrian lifted one hand and traced their outline through the underwear. They moaned quietly and Adrian now had an obvious raging boner that was very visible in his jeans. “Already wet for me.”, he whispered. “Shut up, Vigilante.”, they said, their voice now dominant. Y/N quickly took that pretty underwear off and he could finally see the object of his desire. They were unexpectedly clean shaven. “Did you do that for m-“ The rest of his sentence was muffled as they lowered themselves down and he wanted nothing more than to please. His hands wandered along their thighs, their ass, under their shirt, everywhere he could reach. He looked up and because he was still wearing his glasses, he could see them looking into his eyes. Right into his soul. Every movement of his tongue had an immediate effect on them. A lick up had them tighten up around him, a dip inside made them close their eyes and moan. But still they hovered above his face. This wasn’t what they had promised. He pushed down on their thighs, signaling them to finally sit, but they refused. He took off his glasses, thinking maybe they were afraid to break them but still they wouldn’t budge. “Sit down.”, he commanded, his voice thick with need. “Adrian…”, they whispered, “I don’t want to hurt you.” So that was the problem. He should have known. Even though Y/N didn’t often show it, they were self-conscious about their weight. It had gotten worse with Emilia around, Y/N often comparing themselves to her. He had never understood why. Peacemaker might be into super fit and built like a stick, but Adrian didn’t see what was so appealing about her. Y/N was perfect exactly the way they were, with all their curves and the little extra weight they had gained ever since they were a couple turned Adrian on even more.

“You’re not going to hurt me. And even if you did, it would be worth it.” And with that he took them by the waist and pushed down, his strength coming in handy. Finally, they sat, Adrian now buried in pussy, just like he’d always dreamed of. Y/N finally started to let loose and moved their body, riding his face exactly how they wanted it. “Fuck, Adrian, keep going. Right there.”, they screamed. Adrian, his tongue now deep inside them, could feel how close they were. Determined to drive them over the edge, he dug his nails into their ass, knowing what that would do to them. They pressed down hard as they came, Adrian could feel a crunch in his nose, but he didn’t give a shit. Y/N was screaming his name, their taste filled his mouth and that was all that mattered. Slowly, they came back down again, but he knew they weren’t finished. Slowly they leaned back, one hand still in his hair, the other wandering down his torso. Toward that now painful erection. Oh God, yes. Clumsily they opened the first button and Adrian let go so they could reposition themselves. Y/N turned around, their perfect ass now right in his face. Together they got rid of his stupid jeans. Why hadn’t he taken them off before? Slowly, Y/N drew along the outlines of him and then finally released him, his throbbing erection almost hitting them in the face. “So impatient.”, they murmured and in return, Adrian dipped his tongue into them again, resulting in a moan. “Okay, okay, I get it.”, they laughed, their mouth now hovering right above his cock. He really wanted to get back to licking, but he had to concentrate so he could make out how they slowly closed their lips around his tip. Adrian threw his head back in reaction and cursed. His breath now came short as they worked their way further and further down his cock. Unable to keep up a steady rhythm with his tongue, he lifted a finger. He had no trouble getting it wet before inserting it slowly. Y/N had stopped, eyes closed and his cock in their mouth. Their moan reverberated through him. As they continued, Adrian matched their rhythm, up and down, in and out. Because he knew it would drive them wild, he inserted a second finger, just as they were at the base of his cock. In thanks, Y/N used one hand to cradle his balls. Adrian almost couldn’t take it anymore, but he wanted, needed Y/N to come with him. So, he went faster and harder, his mouth now kissing and slightly biting their thighs. They couldn’t keep themselves together now, using their hand to stroke him off frantically. “Adrian!”, they screamed. “Fuck, baby, come for me!”, he answered and they did. They clenched his fingers rigorously and Adrian couldn’t keep it in anymore. Y/N had positioned their mouth hovering over his dick, tongue at the tip, to catch what came out of him. For a second, Adrian saw stars as he came, their name like a prayer on his lips. They kept on stroking him through his orgasm.

When they both were finished, Y/N collapsed on top of him, their head resting on his leg, their hand still slowly and carefully stroking him. Adrian’s hands were caressing their body, trying to keep them somewhat warm since he knew they got cold quickly. “I’m a fucking genius.”, Y/N suddenly exclaimed. Adrian’s post coital brain was still fogged up. “What?” They turned around, now straddling his waist and pointed at their chest. “Not a drop on my top.” Adrian laughed. That was the person he was with. And he loved it. They lowered their head to kiss him deeply. Adrian could taste the saltiness of his cum on their tongue, immediately making him want a round two. Y/N with their sixth sense felt that and said: “Come on, big boy. I’m hungry.” They slapped his pecks twice before getting up, stretching their sore legs. They took a pair of fresh underwear and their favourite pants and made for the bathroom. Slowly, Adrian got out of his fugue state. He looked for his discarded underwear and jeans, found them in a pile on the floor and went to check his hair in the mirror when he suddenly laughed. His nose wasn’t broken, but a bruise was already forming at the base. He didn’t care though. Actually, he was quite proud. When Peacemaker eventually brought it up, he could boast about it and make his best friend super jealous about the perfect relationship and amazing sex life that he, Vigilante, not Peacemaker, had. With a broad smile on his face he made to get ready.

[fairykazu]

[ 1 ] 𓇼 TWILIGHT ZONE content warnings: strong language, mommy issues word count: 2.8k previous ⋆ masterlist ⋆ next

“Raiden. Raiden Scaramouche, please report to the office.” Scaramouche raised a brow, confused. He knows that he’s a delinquent, but it doesn’t mean he pulled pranks and atrocities all the time. Besides, what’s the point of even calling him to the office? The school year is ending, finals are over, and summer is rolling in.

Childe, or what Scaramouche likes calling him, a parasite, turned to him, “’Mouchie,”

Disgusted, “Don’t you dare call me that! I know where you live.”

Scaramouche’s threats used to be more terrifying but the more you get to know him, you’ll know that they were only used to scare you off. Most people’s faces would fall immediately, running off to pick up the dignity they have left. But Childe isn’t like most people. Unfortunately for Scaramouche, Childe is used to his sharp words since middle school, Childe only laughed off the threat, getting used to Scaramouche's empty filled threats. He's all bark, no bite.

“So, What did you do this time?”

“How the fuck am i supposed to know?” Scaramouche replied, being as confused as him. The indigo haired male rolled his eyes as his friend’s empty ones glanced to the side who was avoiding his gaze,

“Sheesh, my bad.” Childe replied, holding up his hands to defend himself.

“Raiden Scaramouche, please head to the office.'' The speaker spoke again as Childe tugged him in the direction of the office. The fluorescent, bright lights flickering above Scaramouche, he yanked off Childe’s hand off his sleeve, “whatever.”

As the bell rang for the next class, people stared at Scaramouche while he walked to the office. not because he’s the infamous guy who causes trouble just to cackle at the faces of terror, but because he’s beautiful. Scaramouche isn’t being full of himself though; the case being more evident when he saw someone raise their phone at him... with flash. 

Well, some people would think that Scaramouche is full of himself for saying that, but have you seen Twitter, or hell, even, Tiktok? So many unsolicited pictures or videos of him being edited and being posted to Lana Del Rey or Chase Atlantis. The comments on those videos are like the Reign of Terror. Scaramouche considered those comments more troublesome than whatever Scaramouche and his goons do during school.

Arriving at the office, he meets eyes with one of the office hags, Xianyun, who greeted him with a thin lined smile. She didn’t even look him in the eyes, just clacking away at her screen. This is why that old bitch has glasses. “Hello, Mr. Scaramouche.”

He scrunched his nose, leaning back, her words were laced in saccharin, too sweet to be sincere. Scaramouche hated her fake pleasantries especially when they’re both aware of how much they don’t like each other. Small talk and being polite for the sake of being nice annoyed him, pretending to be nice isn’t as polite as people may think. Cutting to the chase, he crossed his arms, “Why was I called? I didn't do shit this time.”

Watching the fine lines wrinkles in her face creased, she looked away from her screen. She made direct eye contact with Scaramouche. It doesn’t matter if her gaze might be too hard to handle, he lives with the CEO of the Raiden Shogun Corporations… 

or known as his mother. 

Now, he got her attention. she sat up straight, pinching her nose bridge. The older woman gritted her teeth, “Mr. Scaramouche, please do not curse in a school setting. as it goes against the rules; it may disturb others with sensitive ears. please go to the principal morax’s office, i’m sure you’ll be more comfortable there.”

Scaramouche smiled a little not because the older woman dissed him, but because there was no longer an uncomfortable barrier between the two, but instead something he was comfortable with, bitter and straight forward. “Whatever.” he quipped back, giving the amount of attitude the office lady gave to him.

As he walked past her desk, she mumbled under her breath, “Fucking brat.” Scaramouche pivoted on his heel, “Oh, Miss Xianyun,”

The office lady turned her chair towards his direction, despite dying her hair, she would definitely grow more gray hairs after this. “Please don’t curse in an educational setting. it may disturb people with sensitive ears.” Watching the woman’s face twist into annoyance as he chuckled quietly to himself. Serves her right!

He walked into Mr. Morax’s office; it looked the same as always. A big, stuffy office with no a/c but the only room without flickering lights and a bunch of old man decorations on the shelves and some pictures of his kids— Scaramouche squinted at the framed pictures, Xiao and Ganyu. Wow, what a great parent unlike some people. With a frown adorning his face, he greeted the principal, “Hey.” Throwing his backpack on the carpeted floors, he pulled out one of the two brown chairs in front of the older male’s desk, slouching in the chair. Mr. Morax didn’t pay any attention to Scaramouche’s attitude, which Scaramouche liked or disliked? The principal treated him like everyone else, but he wasn’t dismissive of the indigo haired male’s distracting actions. “What’s the problem?”

Mr. Morax explained the issue to him, resting his gloved hands on the desk, “Your mother had called and said that she’s pulling you out of school early due to technical issues.”

Scaramouche's face twitched, his mother? What the hell does she want? “What?”

“Yes, she said that she’ll be there in twenty-” Mr. Morax scooted his chair towards his computer which had a yellow sticky note attached to it. He peeled it from the screen, reading the rushed handwriting, he corrected himself. “— I apologize, in ten minutes, your mother will pick you up. please grab your needed essentials and go home.”

Scaramouche wanted to argue back, not wanting to face his mother and the consequences that come with it. but he glanced at Mr. Morax's eyes, knowing that even if he fights back, the old man will have his way and it would be worse than it would have been initially. “Fine.”  He didn’t mean to say it so bitterly, but he did. but the real question is why did he react like that?

Was it because he viewed that man as his “father”? He wanted to laugh at himself. Don’t be stupid. He slung his backpack, his mood becoming grouchier than before. Out of the office, sitting on the golden yellow benches that had been graffitied before being painted back to its boring solid color. Despite wearing sweats, the temperature of the bench seared him as if he was salmon, but instead finding a seat in the cool shadows, he's just as stubborn as his own mother. 

He stayed in the same seat.

Beep!

A Cadillac honked at Scaramouche just before he got up to curse out the car. it was his mother and most importantly, her girlfriend in the driver seat. the pink haired hag, yae miko who taunted Scaramouche that she would take his mother away from him forever. Well, to be fair, it was a joke and she always meant it jokingly, but Scaramouche was eleven who didn’t know any better. He took that joke too seriously. but of course, there’s other instances where yae pulled that pissed him off. He'd rather not get into that, otherwise, it would be a long day.

“Scaramouche, get in the damn car, we don’t have all day.” the pink haired hag hollered. she could be even louder the way she spoke, waking up the damn archons from their rest.

“Shut up, hag!” is what Scaramouche wanted to reply with. But instead, Scaramouche grumbled whatever, opening the door. He saw his youngest sister, Mikoto, the prized daughter who would get the seat of CEO in the company. If that little shit wasn’t born, he’d be the one being praised and loved. the one above the rest instead being the one among the others.

When Scaramouche sat down, buckled in his seatbelt. He took out his phone, plugging his ears with music. In his peripheral vision, his sister Mikoto whispered to her older brother, “Good afternoon, Big brother.”

Even though he wasn’t paying attention, he knew what she said. the dyed haired male recoiled from the title. He never accepted her as his little sister, why did she think she had the place to call him that? boiling it down to being all his mother and yae’s fault, they must be forcing a bond between the two of them. “Don’t call me that.”

“Ah, I'm sorry, big– Scaramouche.” his little sister flinched back, fiddling with her braids. Even though he did feel a little guilty, Scaramouche shifted to the side, looking through the window.

When Scaramouche arrived at the house, his mother took him into her office whilst yae went somewhere with mikoto. he was seated in the velvet chairs in front of her desk. Unlike the behavior he has at school, he’s more polite. Sitting in the chair, no manspread and he adjusted his collar. His mother was in front of him, writing something down. With the way his mother was talking to him, stern but firm, he thought, Maybe I am getting that CEO spot instead of Mikoto .

“Kunizukushi.” Oh! , she’s using the family name instead of “Scaramouche”, maybe he is getting that position. “As your school year is coming to an end and summer is coming up, I believe that you aren’t ready for the CEO position. Instead,” she placed a sticky post it note in front of the male. “You will go to auntie nahida’s summer house to help her out with her duties in fontaine.”

Whatever remaining pride scaramouche had crumbled before him, he no longer had a reason to keep up a façade, his mother already knows, they already know. “What do you mean I’m no longer fit for the CEO position, mother?”

When he was born, as if he was a puppet, ei shaped her son as someone who would take over the family’s business. but as he grew up, she saw that he wasn’t fit for the position, other than being empathetic towards others but he was too like her sister, who was forced to be in this position. She didn’t want that kind of responsibility on her son’s shoulders.

As Scaramouche's voice got louder, his mother kept staying calm. “Don’t you use that tone with me, Kunizukushi, I say this with all the love in my heart that you are simply too empathic to work as the sole owner.”

The tension between the two only grew worse; as the indigo haired male stood up, making his chair fall behind him. He said through gritted teeth, “I've been working for this my entire life and you’re throwing it all away because I'm too “nice”? you think that’s fucking nice? Have you seen how people perceive me in school? Have you ?” if she had seen him as the infamous sixth member of the group he was a part of, the Fatui, they would call it. When were people making eye contact with him? in the hallways, in class, in the locker rooms or hell, even outside of school.Those idiotic people were in fear . in fear of the troubles that Scaramouche would wreak havoc over them. 

“Just because you are seen as terrifying there, it doesn’t mean you aren’t empathetic. you aren’t fit because you are prone to your emotions. You don’t control your feelings, they control you. Kuni, you will be sent to Nahida's summer house by tomorrow, pack up.”

Scaramouche's eyes twitched, “What?” Despite his tone, he was tapping his foot on the carpeted floor. 

Her voice grew more stern, holding her ground. He played with his fingers, nervous of the outcome even though he knew what was coming. “Don’t talk back to me. Return to your room and pack up, you’re leaving tomorrow. Take the note with you.” 

The tension was as thick as the fog on Tsurumi Island. Just before Scaramouche scoffed at his mother, he took the note from the office.

“Whatever.”

When he left the office, making sure to slam the door behind him. Although his room wasn’t far from the office, it felt like it was dragging on. He trudged through the hallways all the way to his room, ignoring the family portraits that stared daggers into his back. 

The moment he walked into his room; the weight of the tension was lifted off his shoulders. He laid on his bed followed by a sigh of relief.

What a day . What a total waste of a day .

Scaramouche wondered if his sister wasn’t born, would he be in the position? Or would it be doomed in every universe. He rolled to his side, burying his face into the

He burrowed himself into his blankets, not caring to take off his “outside schools”. Years of training to be the exact leader for the company wasted just because of some stupid reason. Scaramouche's dream ever since he was a kid was to take over. But after this talk with his mother… correction, “mother” is not even her name, Ei. 

after that?

 he doesn’t even know if it was really his or her dream.

[Morning]

Someone knocked on the door, “Scaramouche, get out of your room.” 

“Piss off.” He mumbled, mostly out of habit. The person– probably Yae chuckled. 

The sun peeked through his blinds; he groaned as he fought the struggle to slip back into his bed sheets. A pang of realization hit him when he remembered that he didn’t pack at all. God, Ei would be a pain in the ass. He burrowed out of his bed, his head peeking out to find a luggage already set and ready to go and his step-mother was leaning at the door, “Scaramouche, I packed some of your things. Your aunt has some clothes or swim shorts for you at her villa. Don’t be an asshole to her and you’re lucky that your mom wanted to play nice with you.”

Yae continued, pulling the comforter off Scaramouche’s body. He shivered, yanking the blanket back and pulled it over his head. “C’mon! Get up, the jet is ready for you.” She crossed her arms, “If you go, I’ll put a good word for you to Ei.”

Despite knowing it was bait to get him out of bed, Scaramouche kicked the comforter off of him and walked to his bathroom. Yae looked over his shoulder, pointing out, “Your roots look rough. Oh! There’s a white hair.” She plucked a white hair from his head, he tossed a glare at her, she only laughed.  

“Are you leaving?” Scaramouche asked, on his way to his bathroom. She hummed out a reply but he waited until he heard the door closed. He stared himself in the mirror and shit, Yae was right. He does need to redo his roots. His natural black hair peeking out. There isn’t any time to retouch it, he’d do it later when he comes back from the vacation to his aunt. 

Even though he is ready to go, physically. He isn’t mentally, not getting why his mother is sending him on a getaway trip. Maybe, it’s a way to get rid of him. He laughed at himself bittersweetly, pulling his luggage into the jet. Any other kid would be happy that their mom is sending them off to some place with beaches. He’s not like any kid;  Scaramouche just wants to ensure his spot that he was born and meant for. It's his role. no one else’s. 

Well, that is what he insists on. The jet was comfortable at least. Fluffy blankets draped on the seats, a pillow on each one and a basket of snacks on the table tied with a bow and a card. His mother decked out the private jet with things she thinks her son would like. From miniature snacks to different kinds of gifts to “make up” what she did yesterday, parental guilt. It always gets them somehow. 

Scaramouche picked up a bag from the small basket, opening it as he picked up the notecard from his mother. “Kunizukushi, I apologize for my behavior yesterday. But you will understand why I sent you to your aunt’s when you’re older or hopefully, when you’re more mature.” 

“When you’re more mature’? I’m even more mature than you old ass hag.” Scaramouche mumbled before pausing. “Nevermind.” 

He opened the window’s blinds, seeing his sister leaning on Yae’s hand, she waved goodbye to him. He shut the window immediately and cracked it open a little. When Yae wasn’t looking, he waved back, he guessed that older sibling guilt is quite similar to parental ones. Leaning on his hand, he fell back to the much-needed sleep. 

Maybe she was right. He needed this.

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[succubusfuccubus]

Feel like I’m the only vampire chronicles fan who loves the new iwtv series

“Book Louis was white!!!”

He was a slave owner and while Anne Rice contextualizes it real well—she doesn’t try to soften the subject matter, she doesn’t try the “he was nice to his slaves” book Louis is like “yeah I was a slave owner, it was fucked up” —still I feel no attachment to white Louis. It was not the most interesting thing about him.

Anne Rice was weird about any POC in her books. It’s still a white centric narrative, the main cast of vampires is white. Boring. Black Louis is much more interesting. A Black vampire navigating his immortality among a society hostile to his kin is so much more captivating.

Many of the main vampires in her series get a book dedicated to them where they explain their origins, their experience with immortality and their philosophies. Except...the vampires that get their own narrative are white. I would love to see an Ancient Black vampire that was kicking before any racism as it is now was invented. I wanna know their perspective, I wanna see them philosophize.

“Vampires can’t have sex!!”

Later in the books they invent vampire viagra—also cry harder im glad they’re fucking and sucking

“Book Claudia was supposed to be turned at 5 Years old. Book Claudia would kill to be a teenager even!! This Claudia almost looks like an adult!”

Teenagers definitely aren’t adults. Imagine being on the Cusp of adulthood and then you are paused mid puberty unable to develop any further. That would be maddening She looks like a young girl trying very hard to dress older than she is. Also it would be rough getting an actual 5 year old to act her part. Also there's some weird pedophile shit in the books, I'm glad we're writing that part out.

“Anne rice would be rolling in her grave”

Let her roll. Anne rice hated any adaptation—she was a control freak. Look up “interrogating the text from the wrong perspective” it’s her melt down in response to bad Amazon reviews on her vampire chronicles’ “Blood Canticle”

She didn’t even respect her own canon. She retcons it multiple times. In the end she retcons the origin of vampires (which had been established in books 2 and 3) and made it the product of an alien parasite. All bcuz some took a sudden interest in science fiction, she just had to turn it into science fiction

This series is not a masterpiece, it becomes pulp fiction by book 4, almost every book opens up like a personal vlog, Lestat is her Mary sue and also self insert. There is gay ghost sex that turns out to be incest. Actually there is so much incest, ntm the pedophilia it becomes almost unreadable.

God and the Devil are ex bfs that are in a millennia long theological and philosophical debate, also the Devil tries to recruit Lestat as the prince of hell and he drinks Jesus's blood. But several books later, just kidding, that wasn't the Devil that was just a spirit fucking around with Lestat.

The second to last book is called Prince Lestat and the Realms of Atlantis--there are bird-reptile aliens pissed off about the asteroid that destroyed the dinosaurs and want to eradicate mammals bcuz in every other universe reptiles are the dominant-sentient species.

There is nothing sacred about the original, this is not Beowolf or the Epic of Gilgamesh--this is Anne rice and her self-insert blorbo getting into scrapes. When adapting a piece of fiction the most important thing is preserving the Themes--which the show is doing superbly. What truly matters is that every character in Anne Rice's show is bisexual and polyamorous and a disaster.

If you're that upset about Louis being Black and Armand being Muslim you're just racist and either in denial or you know full well.

[pluckyredhead]

Red Hood and the Outlaws #1 (2011)

It's been a while since I've read RHATO, so I figured I'd reread it - and if I'm doing that, why not make you all suffer with me? I will probably get tired of this before I finish all the various series, but let's see how far we get.

Roy, that would probably work better if your bow had a string.

The issue begins with Roy in a prison in Qurac for trying to overthrow a dictator. He's rescued by Jason, in disguise as a pastor in a fat suit (sigh). There's so much wrong with these opening pages: the fat suit, the writing off an entire Middle Eastern nation as evil and corrupt, the fact that there's no way even a collapsed bow would fit inside a hollowed-out bible, the lazy way the panel layouts waste space...and yet. And yet.

These pages. THESE FUCKING PAGES. "His name is Roy Harper. He's an idiot. Nice guy, but an idiot." "His name is Jason Todd. A lot of people say he's crazy...Let's just say the Red Hood is my kind of crazy!"

This kind of parallel narration always makes me think of the 2003 Superman/Batman comic, which used it extensively, to extremely (and likely unintentionally?) homoerotic effect. After I read this issue, I told a friend that I got it now: Red Hood and the Outlaws was Superman/Batman for edgelords.

Which is to say, I'm pretty sure I started shipping these assholes just from these first terrible pages.

(But seriously, there are three pages up there and only five panels. Five panels! Plus some pointless maroon boxes that don't do anything! I want my money back.)

This panel is super misleading, because it implies that Roy and Jason know each other well enough for Jason to tease Roy about being a chatterbox, but later issues will show that barely know each other at this point. But then, trying to keep the backstories straight in this or any Lobdell book is like watching sand run out between your fingers.

And again here, it implies that they were already friends, a team, partners...something. But later we'll learn that they only met once, and it was years ago, when they were kids, so...what gives?

(This page is actually interesting, because Jason is constantly saying playfully mean things to Roy and Roy never seems to mind, but here he clearly hurts Roy, and he knows it.)

Siiiiigh.

To add insult to injury, Jason immediately announces that he's fucked Kori. You'll notice I aggressively ignore this in every fic I've ever written. Part of that is because I love Secret Virgin Jason, but also it just doesn't mesh with his and Kori's relationship throughout the rest of the series or his hilarious lack of game in general, and it's also so inextricably part of Amnesiac Sex Doll Kori that I just want nothing to do with it.

HATE. HAAAAAATE. The devious smile on Jason's face in the bottom row and Roy's calculating expression are so deeply disgusting to me. "This woman can't meaningly consent! She's like a cave fish with a vagina! Sweet!" Scott Lobdell is a vile human being and so is everyone who signed off on this piece of shit. (Fun fact: this was a HUGE controversy when the New 52 launched and the outcry was so loud they walked it back in a later issue when Kori tells Roy she...just lied about all of that for no reason? Okay.)

Also, "ask her about the gang you used to hang with." Uh...what gang is that, Jason? Because Donna didn't exist at this point, Wally was 12, Garth was a literal baby, Vic joined the League immediately upon getting his powers, and Gar was a child being tortured in a lab somewhere. So was it just Roy, Dick, and Raven? And they certainly weren't the Titans, because Tim's team was the founders in this continuity...which Lobdell should have known, since he was also writing that book.

The person asking to speak to Jason is Essence, his ex, who tells him something cryptic about murder victims with missing organs.

YOU DON'T KNOW MOST OF THOSE PEOPLE EITHER, ROY!!! "Remember Garth? The baby?" (Literally, he is a baby who shows up for one panel. In Atlantis.) And who the fuck is Dustin?

Anyway, Kori propositions Roy and he's like "Sure, why not." Did the target audience actually think this was hot? It's so depressing.

Essence tells Jason that something called the Untitled has attacked something called the All Caste, and Jason makes a surprised Pikachu face.

Elsewhere, a guy in a basement looks at a picture of Kori online.

I will admit to liking two things about this page: the fact that Jason's helmet is in the nightstand implies that Roy and Kori fucked in Jason's bed, which is either hilariously rude or an invitation that sailed right over Jason's head, and the red hand print on Roy's chest. It's the first glimpse of a recognizable Roy in this book; he did always like getting manhandled by scarily powerful women, pre-Flashpoint.

Jason goes...somewhere, to a temple of sorts with a lot of vague cultural appropriation going on, and kneels over the corpse of an old lady. "I'm sorry I wasn't here for you, Ducra," he says, before a bunch of people attack him. END OF ISSUE!

And that's Red Hood and the Outlaws #1! It's confusing, misogynistic, lazily drawn, and not very funny, and there's no reason to be invested in whatever the fuck happened at the end because I know nothing about Ducra, Essence, the All Caste, or frankly, this version of Jason. And yet I am absolutely going to read nine more years' worth of this shit. See you in issue #2!

[autistic-crypt1d]

Stargate (1994) live blogging:

Ok so I'm a huge fan of the SG-1 and Atlantis shows and have watched them in double digit amounts each, but I haven't seen the original movie since I was like 7. I'm about to rewatch SG-1 again and I've decided to finally watch it again, here's my thoughts!

Updates:

- I'm nervous because all I remember is that I hated it which is why I never watched it again

- good lord this is a long ass intro

- ahhhh the did a shorter version for the show, I see

- did little Catherine just steal that necklace, girl wtf

- I miss my Daniel :(

- I miss my O'Neill :(

- yeesh, didn't realize how soon after his son's death this took place

- wow that was the worst sneeze I've ever heard in my life

- he's so tiny oh my god

- LUCIUS??? NO, GET OUTTA HERE, SHOO

- bro the sound mixing is killing me, Daniel is so fucking soft spoken compared to not only everyone else but the damn chalk he's drawing with

- he sounds horrifyingly identical to show Daniel

- "I'm Colonel Jack O'Neill", NUH UH

- pfffft, just yoinks his paper

- I can't look at Daniel in this outfit without immediately thinking of Anakin

- Daniel why would you draw on the screen

- I wonder why Catherine had an accent in the movie but not the show

- I'm currently unable to remember how this fits with the reveal of Earnest in that one episode

- ooooo the stargate is so much more water like here, it's even reflective

- Kaliam galaxy? That makes no sense, until the Ancient database episode, we're told it's impossible to dial outside of our galaxy without a serious amount of power like a ZPM aren't we? That's the whole reason Jack had to build that device in the ancient database episode and why they couldn't dial Atlantis again.

- she gave him the stolen necklace, how touching (sarcasm)

- does the stargate look bigger here or am I remembering wrong

- I'm so glad we got the Jack O'Neill we did, oof

- wtf is up with that stargate depiction

- why are they frosty and damp

- "that's a nice tent. Oh, we each get a rent, nice." Ah Daniel

- Ferretti, you such, and so do the rest of your buddies. The way he made fun of Jackson and threw the case at him only to then look back at his buddies for approval like the spineless jackass he is

- WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT

- NO SERIOUSLY WHAT IS THAT THING

- WHY HAVE WE NOT EVER SEEN THAT IN THE SHOW, WHERE WAS OUR WEIRD ALIEN FAUNA STUFF HUH???

- the captions spelled Jack's last name wrong *tsk tsk*

- of course Daniel gets dragged away by the weird alien thing

- oh shit it's the same Skaara!

- everyone being in neat lines is weirding me out

- oh boy, hate everyone kneeling for him, that's uncomfy

- ok wtf is that scanner thing cuz we sure as hell never see that again

- these creatures are clearly very prevalent in their society, it sucks so much we never see them in the show!!!

- and the same guy who plays Sha'uri's father!

- and we never see this much of their architecture again either! We only see tents as far as I can remember but they had this whole impressive city!!!

- I don't really understand why they would set up basecamp out in the open instead of inside the pyramid

- OOF that is a big ass storm

- another creature we never see again!!!!

- pffft there goes Daniel being taken again

- bro is being HANDLED

- oh dear

- oh man she looks like she's gonna cry, poor girl being offered up like that

- uh oh

- I have to say, the ship looks fucking AMAZING, respect given how old this movie is

- WOAH, THAT MASK IS SICK

- bitch the jack o'neill I know and love would NEVER, EVER give a child a cigarette and he would never teach him to smoke it either!!!

- OOOF, the gun reaction, ouch

- aw man them learning to communicate in the cave is so cute help

- hot damn this sarcophagus is like a blion times cooler wtf

- hang on a sec, wtf was the alien depicted in the walls, it looks like a freaky Asgard

- PFFFFT, not the band of kids following them back XD

- DUDE WHY ARE THE MAAKS SO MUCH COOLER

- the staff blasts and effects are ROUGH

- has Daniel literally ever fired a gun in his life at this point?

- also, why're there Horus and Jackall guards here?

- uhhhh, do the ships ever open again? I don't remember that happening

- the throne room is much more throne roomy in the movie than the show

- uhhhhh why are all his servants children

- oh wow that mask removal cgi is rough

- aaaaand Ra also looks like a child for some reason

- WHY ARE ALL THE SERVANTS NOT ONLY CHILDREN, BUT PRETTY MUCH NAKED

- does Daniel die here and get revied in the sarcophagus? He does that a lot so I'm not sure

- ah yeah, sarcophagus

- I'm so uncomfortable rn

- LET'S GO SHA'URI AND SKAARA

- the Jaffa don't seem to have symbiote pouches

- Daniel that wasn't really an explicit invitation

- "cover me!" "cover you?!?!?!"

- Sha'uri dies and comes back too?? Man what a couple

- PFFFFT that ring transporter effect

- it really sucks that he saves her only for her to become possessed by a Goa'uld for the rest of her life

- doesn't make much sense for them to be wearing the big ass helmets while in the death gliders

- what the hell is up with his face glowing and the alien face being beneath his???? Huh???? Did they just like, change their mind about what the Goa'uld were once they started making the show?? But why would the one Jaffa that was left at the SGC have a symbiote pouch??? I'm so confused

- ok well at least she seems to like him back but still

Pretty good movie overall, but I don't think I ever wanna watch it again cuz the kids thing is hella fucking weird, but I understand the show a lot more now! Except for the parts that make no sense because they made hella lore changes between this and the show.

[punkrogue]

Confession: I used to be one of those antis who hated the Roguneto age difference and saw Gambit as the "correct" love interest. But then I got older and stopped thinking about things in black and white, I realized that Rogue doesn't give a shit since her two adopted moms also have an age difference. I think a lot of Rogue "fans" project their thoughts and desires onto Rogue instead of accepting some of the less stereotypical sweet "Southern Belle" image they like to compartmentalize her into (one reason why 80s Rogue is superior to 90s Rogue is she's a subversion of the stereotype instead playing it straight like the more palatable to general audiences 90s version of the character). Looking back, I like how the "I can't touch a man" problem was sorta resolved with Roguneto in AoA, so instead Rogue's character focus in that universe is being a team leader and going apeshit to protect her son instead of angsting over Remy and how she can't have sex with him.

First off I think that regardless of context concepts like the "correct" love interest are never good. I think that's just become more and more obvious over the years as fandom has become more toxic and more people feel comfortable calling you shit like an abuser for liking a "problematic" or hero/villain kinda ship. The ships are fictional, the people aren't. Who gives a fuck if people ship milo from atlantis and yzma from the emperor's new groove (yes this is a real ship i've seen) it's not my problem. Neither of us will gain or lose brownie points with a god or whatever because we shipped the right ship. Not an attack on you just my Thoughts because that's a common issue now in fandom that I know I certainly didn't see it at these scales when I was a teen.

AS FOR THE OTHER STUFF--

god you're spitting SO MUCH TRUTH.

Okay I wrote the rest of my reply to this originally in notepad bc i don't trust tumblr and god.... this is so long 💀

But then I got older and stopped thinking about things in black and white, I realized that Rogue doesn't give a shit since her two adopted moms also have an age difference.

It never occurred to me before how the age gap between Mystique and Irene would effect her perspective but that’s such a good and interesting point! We’re not clear on even when Mystique was born or how old she really was when she met Irene and we know Irene is like easily 100 when she dies. She and Mystique met in the late 1800s — even if you keep her dying in the 80s and don’t fudge around the timeline at all for the current date 1880 to 1980 is a century. Rogue was raised by geriatric lesbians. Idk WHAT this means for her psychologically or in how her love map got formed but it’s a Thing lol. I think the big takeaway really from being raised by mystiny is really that she expects a certain level of partner care and maturity and in syncness. Say what you want about Irene and Mystique as people but they’re absolutely an in love and loving couple. They’re totally in sync and have complete faith in each other, they’re each other’s rocks. Which ofc is why Mystique went so off the rails when Irene died.

There’s definitely a lot to be said about her expecting/needing/wanting a certain amount of maturity in her partner as a result of being raised by two older women in a very established relationship. Barring the dudes who’re born in test tubes (Longshot and Joesph) basically all her love interests are older than her by some amount. Even Remy is at least a few years older than her no matter how you pace out his life.

I tend to think worrying about age gaps in a society/world or whatever like comics is dumb when everyone in question is legal. Half of them are like 50+ by now (the 05 were teens in the 60s technically, xavier fought in the KOREAN WAR, etc), some are aliens, some are gods, some people got stuck in a time loop for like 2 years, some people where in another dimension for a while, etc etc etc. It’s more trouble than it’s worth to get up in arms about it when you’re not talking about adult/minor pairings. Magneto is like, 100 now sure. He’s also been de-aged like, twice, once that I remember to the point of being a fucking toddler again. This is automatically so fucking wild and impossible to map to anything real world you’re just gonna hurt yourself trying to comprehend the ramifications of that catastrophic life change on even how the fuck he STILL REMEMBERS HIS PREVIOUS LIFE AS AN ADULT AFTER THAT let alone his future relationships with anyone lol.

I think a lot of Rogue "fans" project their thoughts and desires onto Rogue instead of accepting some of the less stereotypical sweet "Southern Belle" image they like to compartmentalize her into (one reason why 80s Rogue is superior to 90s Rogue is she's a subversion of the stereotype instead playing it straight like the more palatable to general audiences 90s version of the character).

I think you’re very right about that. When you sit down and read Rogue’s comics through all at once the difference between her in the 80s and her in the 90s is wild and not in a good way. All the edges get knocked off of her, her morals become simplified, they gloss over her tense relations with the rest of the X-Men even more than they did before. She was created with the kind of character design slogan “the girl from the wrong side of the river” and it very much seems like few people remember that when writing or drawing her and I know why that is to some extent — stripping away her “problematic” nature (remember, Rogue DID stalk and attempt to murder Dazzler and did some other fucked up shit), stressing her more mainstream insecurities, removing her heavy metal/punk/butch interests and making her more in line with a 90s pinup girl in looks makes her more appealing and fuckable to the mainstream predominately male audience of comics. Alt girls are niche. She only got to get her tat sleeve and be a motorcycle mechanic and sing rock songs and be really wild again when Claremont takes her over again in X-Treme X-Men in 2001 and it really does feel like a breath of fresh air. She’s rough and coarse and rude again. She and Storm are at each other’s throats at times. She’s angry and she’s reckless and she’s funny and she’s you know That Bitch.

“Okay but characters change and grow, they kind of have to, and just because their creator intended them to be one way doesn’t mean they have to stay that way,” some will say and this is true! If we kept to the letter of the character creator’s intentions Cable would be boring as fuck and Shatterstar wouldn’t be pansexual. But here’s the thing—

Both of those Liefeldian monstrosities still to this day have maintained their “character slogan”, their Vibe, their Flavor if you will.

Cable is still a super douche with mega guns and 80 pouches who loves shooting things and is Edgy. He’s just better written now and has more depth. Shatterstar is still an American Gladiator made into a Real Gladiator clone boy thing who loves carnage and communes thru media lingo. He just sucks dick now. And is better written.

Note how this is not what happened with Rogue. Consider how LITTLE of her time in the 90s was say, about her conflicted feelings about her Still Evil Mom or her trouble really making friends in the X-Men because of personality differences or you know HOW HER POWER SUCKS THE SOUL OUTTA THEM or her love of mechanics or any of the other things that really only seem to crop up when it’s Claremont or someone taking notes from his characterization at the wheel. Her Character Vibe is “girl from the wrong side of the river joins a different paramilitary group for better healthcare”. THAT’S LITERALLY WHO ROGUE IS. THAT’S WHY SHE JOINED THE X-MEN. There’s absolutely room for growth here but that growth does not mean she has to stop having a mullet, or stop wearing studded belts, or stop being the other lovable unwashed mongrel in the house next to Logan.

But Possum Girl is not fuckable to most men so they don’t wanna write it and they don’t wanna see it and very few girls wanna see it because they can’t project themselves onto that. Also, misogyny— internalized or otherwise. Girls aren’t allowed to be ratty, loud, coarse, butch, aggressive etc etc etc. Rogue’s name is FUCKING ROGUE she’s NOT A SOUTHERN SWEETHEART that literally DEFEATS THE PURPOSE OF HER.

“When she was younger, Rogue thought the name made her sound like an outlaw. she played the part to perfection—using her power to imprint the skills and psyches of anyone she touched—until she realized she was stealing little bits of their souls." — X-Treme X-Men I think I cannot for the life of me remember what issue this is from but I know it’s a comic quote I had to type it out myself years ago since it’s not quoted anywhere else.

“The name 'Rogue' is not just a super hero code. She is very much a wild child. She likes danger and is much more of a Mississippi soul than a Louisiana soul.” — Claremont in a 2016 interview.

Rogue is SUPPOSED to be rough and wild and reckless and YEE-FUCKING-HAW MOTHERFUCKER. She’s r/THE_PACK in mutant form. There’s SO MANY WAYS to allow her to grow and change that do not mean she must sacrifice the skynyrd. But she doesn’t get to keep that. Cable gets to keep his stupid fucking pouches and his grimdark 90s patina but Rogue’s gotta have BIG 90S BAYWATCH HAIR and wear DAISY DUKES LIKE THAT ISN’T FUCKING VICIOUS ENDANGERMENT OF EVERYONE’S LIVES all so she can be the sexy southern gal and spend the majority of the 90s hemming and hawing over the practical logistics of hopping on Remy’s dick as though that man doesn’t have enough working general sex and BDSM knowledge to tackle the logistical end of a hookup with her and instead of trying to WORK WITH HER ON THE PSYCHOLOGICAL ISSUES just kinda fucking pressures her like a 10yo boy demanding a kiss from his crush for a while there before someone fucking LET HIM HAVE BETTER WRITING. Both of them are done dirty by that and most current writers more likely than not came in on this version of Rogue and Remy which is why we’re now being subjected to their malformed vapid bastard children in modern comics.

80s Rogue (and a lot of 00s Rogue) Imo are the superior Rogues because she’s an alternative girl. We have PLENTY of more mainstream girls in the X-Men but we don’t have any really who are ratty and mentally unstable and metal/punk and cause issues and don’t always sync up totally with X-Men “philosophy” and who’re Really Okay with committing Lots Of Violence and who are like, AGGRESSIVELY not perfect.

Why they chose to live in fucking nowhere Mississippi and what their financial situation is and just— whatever the fucking deal with Mystiny while they raised Rogue aside — Rogue is created as a mentally ill at risk runaway youth living in a foster/adoptive home and is heavily coded as poor/white trash. Like, I get very baffled by what the fuck is going with her early childhood with Mystiny (there’s a LOT of conflicting info) but i tend to assume they're living middle-classish since you know Mystique got that $$$. But Rogue absolutely at least coded as a lower class rough and tumble girl in the 80s and that’s like….. actually very important????????? That’s huge????????? Especially since the X-Men are the Disenfranchised Minorities with Superpowers wonder show.

Now look at any 90s comics or 10s-20s comics and show me ANY issue where “white trash” or “raised by Mystique and Destiny” shines through. Didn’t find any did you? Yeah. Thought so. This is why they’re the shittiest eras of Rogue Comics.

Looking back, I like how the "I can't touch a man" problem was sorta resolved with Roguneto in AoA, so instead Rogue's character focus in that universe is being a team leader and going apeshit to protect her son instead of angsting over Remy and how she can't have sex with him.

Part of why I like Roguneto in general is we just generally skip all the gross borderline fetishist talk about how she can’t fuck because she’d kill a dude or whatever. Magneto fucks. He just DOES. You look at him and you go "oh this man FUCKS". We don’t need to spend time on the fucking mechanics of it — in fact to do so seems INSANE. OFC HE FUCKS!!! NEXT QUESTION! Now yes Remy elicits the same kind of response but not the same level. Magneto is 3 grown children levels of fucks. DILF and GDILF fucks levels. This whole drama is completely fucking stupid with MAGNETO as the stage partner. HE’S LIKE 100 YEARS OLD AND HE OWNED A METEORITE. ROGUE HAS FIST-FOUGHT LIKE ALL OF HIS CHILDREN AT LEAST ONCE. WE HAVE OTHER THINGS TO ADDRESS.

After like 20 years of writers being weird little fetishist creeps about how exactly the logistics of Rogue and Remy fuckin would work when like that’s what a gimp suit and condoms are for, it’s refreshing to just not feel the WEIGHT of that forced conflict hanging over a romantic relationship of hers. With romy there’s SUCH a hyper focus by the writers on their sex life half the time not their overall relationship and it’s just weird and gross. Like they fuck, they figure it out and she works thru her fear of touch— can we talk about rogue’s mental instability and how that affects the relationship and remy’s fear of rejection/abandonment now?????????????? THAT'S WHAT I'M ACTUALLY HERE FOR!!!!!! YALL CAN'T SELL ME SMUT SO STOP OBSESSING OVER IT LIKE PRETEENS AND TELL ME ABOUT THEIR MESSY RELATIONSHIP DRAMA!!!!!!

Rogue also tends to just be fucking bonkers more when she’s with Magneto and I like that. She’s less southern belle and more fuck it we ball and it’s refreshing. It’s a nice combo of personalities platonically and/or romantically because Magneto is really an EXCELLENT emotional/mental rock which she needs and Rogue is 10000000% not afraid to call him a lil bitch to his face and he NEEDS people around him to help keep his ego/doom spirals in check.

Their arguments feel more like real conflicts and debates. When they team up it feels more solid and like a partnership. They just feel like there's more weight and oomph in their interactions. Magneto has such a power and gravity to him. He's literally one of the immovable tent poles of the X-Verse. They'll be finding ways to keep him on the field even when he'd be 1,000 in comic years. So by interacting with him it let's her be more of a serious character. She gets to square up unstoppable force to immovable object and really test herself against him while also knowing at the end they're gonna shake and say "good game."

You don't get that with Remy because Remy's not solid like that, he's built to move. He's meant to be flexible. If you take away his flexibility (morally, in personality, in allegiance, in wants, in self-image etc) then he's just not him anymore. But the issue there is Rogue is also malleable — she's literally absorbing other people. That's two rubber people trying to help each other stand. It ain't gonna work and none of the comic writers wanna put in the real effort to MAKE it work. (fic writers ofc, have cracked this code and know how to write romy who can actually work and be compelling even into the modern era)

for me, Remy was a good first love interest for her and I love his character and I still love their dynamic — just now in a more platonic way. Meanwhile Magneto is a better second and potentially endgame relationship for her. He's more where she is in life now and he both gives her someone to depend on when she's going fucking batshit from her powers and also someone to sharpen her claws on who can take it and dish it back.

[positivelybeastly]

In a universe where Hank McCoy was hard-headedly reclaimed from X-Force by Tess McKay, they sit on the beach, warmed by the sun as the waves lick at the shoreline of the Living Island.

Her sons are splashing and diving in the water, at home as any full-blooded Atlantean as they wrestle with one another, hollering at their lungs and shouting playful insults. From time to time, a fledged brown ankle surfaces, half-grown feathers flattened against the skin.

"You suck!"

"No, you suck!"

"Hank, I'm not going to lie." Her voice is wry. "They both suck sometimes."

She eyes them with the patience of a seasoned warrior ready to lean into action at any moment.

Play fighting becomes serious at the drop of a hat with the twins: vaguely neurotic Neptuneous, whom everyone but Namor calls "Fish", and single-minded Poseidonus, who bears his unfortunate name with puffed up pride.

Woolf glances down at the baby in her lap, currently a burble of steaming water in human shape held together by his psionic suit. His head is solid, though, and when he turns his head to regard Hank in that grave way, his eyes are almost colorless. Not to mention familiar. He reaches out with a "gloved", watery hand, questing fingers seeking out blue fur--

"Nope!" she says cheerily, planting a sloppy kiss on Vulcanus' forehead that leaves the skin of her lips tight from the heat. "We don't pull."

Mwah!

As the baby crows in protest--yeah, that's definitely a McKenzie-McKay child--she shifts.

Then, "you know I love you, right, Hank?"

The past several years have been--hard at times, with his trauma and all the shit he has to make up for. All the tension that comes with her best friend and the father of her children hating one another. Tess in the middle, refusing to choose because she wants to have it all.

(In so far as anyone can have "it all" with the King of Atlantis involved.)

She regards him from the corner of her eye, toying with the baby's sleek, dark curls as the sand before him stirs into a worrying little cloud.

("You suck!"

"No, you suck, asshole!")

She grimaces, calls over, "watch your mouth!" before returning her attention to him.

"Because I do. Love you, I mean."

The struggle following X-Force, the accusations, his self-loathing and finding forgiveness has left their friendship like adamantium. She thinks. Hank keeps a lot of his pain to himself, like Woolf, and they can't fully know each other. But they're pretty fucking close.

"I wouldn't change anything about us like this. Our friendship. None of it."

Continuing on from the train of thought found here (x).

"Mm. Well. We all suck sometimes, don't we?"

It's not quite the urbane, cultured, oh so wickedly funny and warm voice that Tess really associates with Hank - maybe one day, that'll change, it'll be merely associated, one day when she's known him like this for longer than she knew him the other, better way. No, for today, he doesn't sound quite right, he sounds . . . tired. Guilty, as he almost always sounds. Half-asleep. One day, maybe, he'll sound more awake. But of all people, Tess knows this is better than it was. He's better than he was.

He starts a little when Vulcanus comes to look at him. It's far from the first time the strange little hot water bottle baby has looked at him - he's bright blue and very, very large, after all, even if he's gone prematurely grey at the temples - but every time, it surprises him. Tess is the only one who really trusts him around her children; baby Shogo was young enough when Jubilee had stopped letting Hank see him that he won't really remember Uncle Hank, won't really remember missing his presence.

But these children? No, to them, he's . . . very much Uncle Hank. A concept that still baffles him, baffles him enough that he doesn't even really think before he's offering a finger to the child, one that he immediately withdraws when Tess chirps, "Nope!" even if it isn't really aimed at him.

" - Mhm."

Then come the words, and they come with a - tension. Not in Tess, she says the words easily enough . . . considering. No, there's a tension in Hank. Because he doesn't know. He knows but he doesn't. He finds himself addled, not expecting any degree of softness. It's worse than touch starvation, because touch starvation can be alleviated by just, a simple laying on of hands, but this, this soul starvation, the brittleness that comes with a complete lack of expectation of care, that's - tricky.

"I - know."

Does he?

He promises. He thinks so, anyway. He'll try to think so.

He writes a lot now. Philosophy. He doesn't work in labs anymore, he's not allowed to. Someone had to argue that he even be allowed to write things down - Jean, he thinks it was, bizarrely - because he wouldn't argue it for himself, not after what he'd been writing down while Director had come to light. He'd just stood there in the Council chamber, shellshocked at himself, willing to accept whatever punishment they would hand out.

He philosophises now. It's funny, but it's because of something Bishop said, so long ago, back when he was sure he was good - that Hank McCoy, in his time, was regarded as one of the greatest mutant philosophers that had ever put pen to paper. He's not sure any of it is any good, maybe his life has warped in such a way that his soul has nothing of value to truly say anymore, but he writes it all down, anyway. It's nice to do something with his time.

"No, I know you do."

He's lying, of course. He tries not to lie about anything anymore, but it's - hard. Tess makes it harder, because she's Tess and she doesn't let him get away with telling even the little lies. Maybe that was all he needed all along, was Tess, in his ear, making sure he couldn't get away with anything. It seems to be working now, doesn't it?

I don't know why you do, but you seem to, anyway.

Hank would change everything. Everything. He won't tell Tess this, of course, but he would change literally everything. He'd delete himself from the timeline if he could. Sometimes at night he lays awake and dreams of it because it's the only thought that keeps him sane, the idea that one day, one day someone's going to slip up, their heart is going to get soft, their attention is going to waver, and there'll be a chance to find a machine and just jump.

Just jump into time.

He'll find himself. He isn't sure what age he'd want to do it. Maybe in his early 30s? Make sure he dies on the operating table. It'll scare the living daylights out of his time displaced self, of course, three of them existing in the same space, but it's the neatest place. Complications. Easy, complications. Heart palpitation. Overdose of medicine. Something.

He'll take a scalpel and ram it into his chest enough times that he can reach in and yank that rotten heart right out of his own chest, if that's what it takes, and he'll cry with relief because this means none of it will happen.

The thought of his non-existence makes him smile.

Sometimes, when he's feeling particularly low, he even imagines walking along the road of the McCoy family farm and sneaking into his childhood home, creeping up into his room. Putting a blue hand over a child's face and -

"No. No, nor I. Thank you, Tess."

It's a lie. It's going to be a lie for a long time.

Maybe, eventually, it won't be a lie. But, for now, and for a very long time, Hank's heart can still be found in Terra Verde. In that hotel room. In the Pointe. His heart is still there. His mind is still there. Not quite here. He's still half-asleep, really.

But one day . . . maybe he can wake up. He'd like that.

"I wouldn't change anything. Not one line."

One day it won't be a lie.

[cain-apologist]

Sometimes I think about how one time on here I read a book by Michael Howard because someone suggested it and not knowing what it was I went and read it. Not only was it my first introduction to the brain worms called “what if the pyramids weren’t built by the people who lived there but by half alien half angels living in Atlantis”, it was also the first name I would add to my list of occultists I’d bite in public.

[thevindicativevordan]

i'm sure you've gotten this ask before but I can't find it. What do you think about the injustice games and how they portrayed the trinity?

Superman is a joke. Despite everyone hyping him up as a villain, NRS hates him and won't even let him be a competent one. In the comics he gets his ass beat by everyone: Batman, Black Canary, Wonder Woman, fucking Ch'p. He had to "win" in order for the comics to lead into the games, but by Rao they weren't going to pass up the chance to whale on him before that happened. He's pretty much insane right from the start, tossing Atlantis into the desert and saying "submit or die" at the start of Year One. Despite losing his grip on morality he never bothers trying to resurrect his dead wife or all the people who died in Metropolis, nor does he seem to give a shit about hunting down Harley Quinn for her role in what happened. He's the basic "Evil Superman" writ large, a guy who wants to sit on a throne for nominally good reasons, who has a tragic backstory, but in execution is a one note Hitler-esque cartoon. Basically no different from the shitty version of Zod we've had in the mainline comics.

Batman is a moron. Only reason he stays alive is Superman is even dumber.

Wonder Woman is a psycho and her backstory is stupid. Her Steve was a Nazi and she hates Nazis so she killed him. That made her cold and heartless, which is why when Superman becomes a Nazi, she... supports him? Instead of killing him like she did Steve? Outside of wanting to fuck Superman, she has no consistent personality traits. Sometimes she is disturbed by his ruthlessness, other times she is worse than he is and eagerly eggs him on. There's no possible way this Diana could have fit in with the superhero community for as long as she did, she's a mess.

[mokadevs]

Recently finished fgo’s olympus so here are some bleary unorganized thoughts on it and my frustrations before i drift off to sleep

i think my biggest problem with olympus is that it over promises.

I think that the set up is amazing. Not referring to atlantis, though atlantis was great as everyone and their mother has said, but the whole sequence of a) entering olympus and b) exploring olympus is incredible. I think its one of the peak examples of fgo constantly being able to make you feel like their are Actual stakes in the narrative despite you as a player knowing that the tree will inevitably be cut and you’ll see the cosmos denied screen flash by again. Running through the city

Hell, Demeter’s entire entrance was bone chilling. I think she has the best mech design of the olympus gods in my biased opinion, and seeing her drop down before the animated screech she lets out that destroys the city was incredible. Truly the first time i saw it i went Holy Shit.

Then… i wont say the lostbelt flops after that but there were a few key areas that it left me wanting.

Personal preference out of the way, ill say the constant deus ex machinas - whether it be for the good guys or the bad guys (if the bad guy has a deus ex machina, is it called that?? Anyway) - started to get a little irritating after a while. The stakes were so, so high at the start, and demeters victory felt so barely clawed for with so many bits and pieces coming together that certain other fights felt like. “Well, okay then.” The twins revealing caligula and then saying “we didnt wanna say we had him for dramatic effect!” was really eye roll worthy, for example, and to be honest i dont really understand how we were able to shmoove our way out of aphrodites mind control hellscape, which was annoying after again i loved demeters fight So much

ill note there that these are things that didnt work for ME, in MY OPINION im sure other people feel other ways about it and i am happy for them for it :]

I think that parts of the lostbelt felt… rushed, and i didnt feel like the power scaling of chaldea matched narratively. With how much trouble we had for a single fighter at the start, i felt like in universe things got too easy with too little justification.

I was really disappointed with dioscuris writing, and also weirded out by the fact that there were twin humans and twin gods but very little was drawn about their connection…?? I was so certain that they would have some sort of relationship, or at least a cool narrative foil, but all we got was the twin humans hating the dioscuri because they killed their friends, and a cheap line about adele criticizing the girl twin for always following what her brother said.

I feel mixed about chaos, because in the moment i was emotionally moved but in retrospect it feels like a bit of a cheap non-foreshadowed reason for musashi to die epicly. Though maybe it was foreshadowed and i missed it; ill have to reread, but for now it just feels Too out of the blue to feel good.

But i think the thing that i think i disliked the most was “actually zeus was going to fuck off in the end and abandon the humans here letting them die so this lostbelt was evil from the start and gudako is objevtively right for this”

And like. Thats so AGGRAVATING for the lostbelt that was drummed up to be the one that would give us the most trouble, the lostbelt that was supposed to be the model one.

What i really wanted out of this lostbelt was a lostbelt that was objectively better than earth. That really? The only reason we could justify destroying it was for our own survival. Not because the lostbelt was in some way flawed, but because we have no other choice. With how sickly killing the first lostbelt felt, i really wanted lostbelt 5 to blow me out of the park with the emotional weight of killing a world and it just. didnt even try. It threw in some half assed line about why this lostbelt was well and truly evil

Which like! Honestly if it had been done well enough i couldve been fine with, couldve been happy with. But the twist that zeus actually was going to fuck off? That chaos was going to destroy all the humans anyway?? That zeus brainwashed the other gods to his side anyway????? I felt zero sympathy in destroying this lostbelt and i wanted to, SO badly

And i am All Here for a more in depth take on how humans have twisted robots into gods. How these ronots thought they could love humans but didnt hold the capacity for it!!! Honestly that concept is super cool!! I liked it!!! But like. The way it was delivered left a bad taste in my mouth. I wanted to care more about the tragedy it had wrought.

I wish that zeus’ defeat was something like… in attempting to defeat zeus, chaldea accidentally/maybe on purpose? Endangers the people of olympus. And through the motions of protecting them, zeus burns and falls to ruin. And as he lays there, he realizes that as much as he wants to care for these people hes protecting, he doesnt. And hes dying for what he feels is nothing.

If i put more thought to it i could come up with more ways the god plotline couldve been bettered on. But like. A third act twist where the reader is reassured that this lostbelt is undeniably evil is really one of the worst options they couldve taken at that point. Basically everything else i can forgive but that felt really sour in my mouth

And finally . I loved kirschtania and caenis i did cry. I could say more on them but itd be fairly incoherent especially when im this tired. Just know that i really really like them

[transford-pines]

okay here we go. Episode 1. Pilot. Hehehe…

seagulls… foreshadowing?? also I’ve seen a lot of Scrooge and Stan comparisons so let’s see what occurs. wonder when his trauma will/when it happened….

DONALD DUCK!!! OH HE CARES ABOUT HIS NEPHEWS…. HE SOUNDS SO FUNNY AND CUTE… WHERES THE BLUE ONE? oh shit the blue one is fucking up the boat…. Oh he tried to escape…. damn. THEY LIVE ON A BOAT!!!!

oh these three are going to be so disappointed in this guy at the beginning… HUH.

DAVID TENNANT IS FUCKING SCROOGE MCDUCK!?!?!? I THOUGHT HE WAS A FUCKING. SIDE CHARACTER OR SOMETHING. YOU DIDNT TELL ME THAT EMBER. WDYM HE’S SCROOGE MCDUCK—I CANT—I CANTTTSYBSUSHSHSHWH UNCLE?!?!?!?!? HES THE FUCKING GREAT UNCLE?!?!?!? OH I LOVE THESE GUYS WDYM EISBSUBEUWBEWJSBEJEN

“I AM THE RICHEST DUCK IN THE WORLD!” “YOU’RE WELCOME!”

ah so he’s disillusioned from the riches of the world because he’s been in the nitty gritty shit. doesn’t see the joy anymore and the kids are gonna change that. calling it now….

he counted the marbles…………… and they were kidnapped…

oh nvm they’re fine. green hoodie foreshadowing… also where the FUCK are we webbY??? oh nvm explained. I gotta stop writing down every single thought man……also this guy DOES have trauma I fucking knew it…

oh he’s so fun. why. HE’S SO CUTE WTF. so weird to think that he was filming good omens and ducktales simultaneously. fuck

does webby not go to school.

oh so donald is a retired loser. hell yeah

so MUCH MAGIC SHIT

NO GET BACK YOU’RE OLD

OHHHHHHHHHFUCKKKKKKKKHES. OH. OH HES. FUCKING. THERES YOUR HEAD. WYDM. OH. OHHHHH SHITITJRBEUEBED DN HESSOOOOOOOOO??? SCROOGE PLEASE????

oof dragon.

it’ll take more than a bruised spine….!!!! NHYAUGHHHHHHHHHHHHH

love how the triplets aren’t the ones doing the stunts but thought of them and let the expiernced guy do the work. idk why but. it’s nice. ALSO THAT DUCK DID NOT LAND ON THAT MONEY SMOOTHLY. TF????

GOOODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD HE MISSED TROUBLE I FUCKING CANT. SONOF A BITCH. OH THEYRE GOING TO ATLANTISH FROM EARLIER. NO ONE TELL DONALD. FUCK. OH OKAY DOUBLE FUCK DONALD’S JOB IS A TIE IN—

okay that’s episode one holy shit. how did I fall in love with duck david tennant so quickly. damn. these guys?? oh I love these guys wtf. webby. I love webby. the green one is my favorite rn. Scrooge and Donald have history I just know it, as well as the old lady duck whom I have not gotten the name of nor what she actually does in mcduck manor. last one; I’m guessing that the season finale/later arc/maybe even next episode is going to have the new duck gang try and tell Donald that his employer is evil and only wants his help with Atlantis, and Donald is gonna HATE that because this job is finally what’s getting his family afloat after so long unemployed. (probably has something to do with Scrooge’s infinite wealth because it’s strange that they did shit together and Donald got nothing? (Also a pretty unique dynamic—uncle and nephew adventuring together…. there’s definitely something deep there) he’ll think that his nephews are just trying to get him to quite because either they miss him, are jealous, or want their old life back. I don’t know. Donald’s over caution is also definitely a result of treasure hunting. Maybe definitely. I don’t know

okay OKAY true last one; the tricks mention when Donald gave up the kids. no tricks no nothing. that’s important isn’t it…. hm. anyways BEST THING 10/10 YIIPIE!!!!

RHIS WAS WODNERFUL TO READ YESYEYS FBSKHDKSJDJD . I DONT EVEN KNOW WHAT BITS TO RESPOND TO BUT EEEEEEE. ALSO YEAH IT ALSO SURREAL ON MY END TOO LIKE HI SCROOGE MCDUCK AKA CROWLEY PLEASE DONT COMMIT ATROCITIES. ALSO THE GREEN ONE IS LOUIE AND YEAH HE IS SO !! I CONSTANTLY FLIP BETWEEN WHICH IS MY FAV OUT OF THE TRIPLETS BUT HE WAS MY FAV FOR A GOOD WHILE !!

[sga-owns-my-soul]

Getting To Know You Tag

i was tagged by @spurious !! thanks!!

Relationship status: lmao single but also technically it's complicated 😂 i guess the most accurate description is a queer platonic relationship? except he's not actually queer so 😅 (at least he doesn't identify as queer) we live together and are spending our lives together so take from that what you will 🤷‍♀️😂

Favourite colour: it's a tie between blue and pink!! deep blues or teals specifically, and any shade of pink bc pink is the Superior Colour and everyone and everything looks good in it

Favourite food: oh man i have no clue 😭 it really depends on my mood, carbs of any sort tho usually!

Song stuck in my head: skip the step by brain falduto (wow shocker it's brain falduto 😂) i've been playing it so much recently bc it gives me strong mcshep vibes

Last thing you Googled: christopher judge (don't even remember why but he's great so valid)

Time: 1925 (7:25pm)

Dream trip: ireland 😍😍😍😍 or new zealand, but i wanna move to new zealand so i'm not really counting that as a trip. but god i wanna go to ireland SO badly

Last thing you read: i'm currently rereading O I Think We Should Be Brethren (Live Oak #4) because it's one of my favourite fics and @spurious did an AMAZING job of writing john in it im obsessed

Last book you enjoyed: the last actual physical book i read and enjoyed was probably the ballad of songbirds and snakes by suzanne collins, the prequel to the hunger games trilogy. absolutely incredible 10/10 i loved it

Favourite thing to cook/bake: i hate cooking and baking 😅 i guess a crock pot stew cause i can dump everything in a pot, turn it on low for 8 hours and call it a day 😂

Favourite craft to do in your free time: does writing count as a craft? if it does then writing 😂 if not uhhhh idk i spend most of my free time reading or writing lately

Most niche dislike: this is a good question! corporate pet retail i think honesty. i've been working in the pet industry over 5 years and it's actually super disgusting how common neglect and abuse is. fuck petsmart and petland and any other retail store that sells live animals! adopt don't shop!!!

Opinion on circuses: i've never gone to one but i'm against most things that involve animal captivity so i'm gonna say a vague negative opinion

Do you have any sense of direction: no i have a terrible sense of direction 😂😂 it's better than when i was a kid but still shit

no pressure tags: @the-mushroom-faerie @books-space-things @frostysfrenzy @chaniis-atlantis @hero-in-waiting @stinalotte and anyone else who wants to!!

[hasarjunadoneanythingwrong]

My opinion on how it would be to live in each lostbelt based of what I remember/whatever I’ve seen of the jp ones so far

Lostbelt 1: cold as shit. Everyone hates each other and will rat each other out to the oppressive police force for no reason and there is no natural light. This is just what living in New England is like so I could probably manage it but I wouldn’t like it

Lostbelt 2: I’m about to turn 25 and have no children so I would already be dead here. Also gerda makes you a fish dish and I don’t like fish :/

Lostbelt 3: no natural predators and everyone is pretty chill unless you start talking literature. Would be hard for a transplant used to reading but idk how it is if you grow up there. That being said since I can draw I’d probably end up conscripted for qsh art purposes. This isn’t actually much of a letdown for me. Dead at 60 bc of the psychedelic wheat but I doubt I’ll notice

Lostbelt 4: the emotional whiplash from nice people suddenly going mean when the yugas draw to an end would suck. Also sucks that you’re at risk of random kali violence at any moment for basically no reason. Other than that it’s fine I guess?

Lostbelt 5: depends on if I’m in Atlantis or Olympus, but assuming Olympus I would just be drawing stupid pictures again. That’s fine

Lostbelt 6: human cattle again but this time it’s to fairies who get a kick out of human suffering and randomly turn into curse monsters.

Lostbelt 7: if I’m not a dinosaur I died ages ago so Camazotz could solo ort. Tbh I’m ok with that cause fuck that thing. If I am a dinosaur it seems chill up until the ocelotl guys show up and start committing gun violence. I don’t really know what their society is like.

So yeah, probably 3 or 5 if you’re just a normal human.

[rosetheex-editor]

[Video transcript begin.]

[The transcript begins from a table, the camera getting a view of a window. A woman with red hair is looking out of it as waves hit the beach, another woman can be heard yawning in the background.]

?: Ugh… my head…

[Voice identified: Ness.]

?: Pfft, lightweight. Couldn’t imagine.

[Voice identified: Eden.]

Ne: Shut. Ugh… WAIT. WHY ARE YOU. DID WE? EW BRAIN WHAT THE FUCK?

[Eden shrieks in disgust at Ness’ words, making it clear that it did not happen.]

Ed: EW NO. WHAT THE FUCK, ABSOLUTELY NOT. There’s two fucking beds in this room, idiot!

Ne: I DIDN'T KNOW THAT! ALSO I DON'T KNOW WHERE THAT CAME FROM MY BRAIN IS DUMB! Uhhhhhh…

[Ness' 'Uhhhhh' is extended for almost a minute before stopping.]

Ne: Eden?

Ed: What.

[Ness takes a pause, before flinging her arms out beside her in confusion.]

Ne: WHERE THE FUCK ARE WE?

[Eden looks out at the water, then back to Ness.]

Ed: The Royal at Atlantis, or, at least… that’s what Ophelia said.

Ne: That’s… Not in New York is it?

[Eden sighs.]

Ed: The fuck do you think, dipshit? Come look out the window.

[Ness gets up and walks to the window. Staring at the landscape in front of them.]

Ne: ARE WE IN THE FUCKIN' BAHAMAS????

Ed: Looks like it, yep.

Ne: Oh my fuckin' god I… How did I let you idiot's convince me into this shit… ESPECIALLY YOU!

Ed: You asked to be included, you dolt! You said ‘I’ve never had a girls night before, can I tag along?’ And you fucking tagged along! Now you’re in the Bahamas!

Ne: I DIDN'T KNOW THIS IS WHAT Y'ALL MENT! I THOUGHT IT WAS LIKE… GET SOME DRINKS AND PARTY!

[Eden leans against the wall, staring at Ness. A small grin on her face.]

Ed: Yeah, we did exactly that. But, it was never specified where we would be partying. I’m surprised you don’t remember any of that.

Ne: Ugh… Might as well I don't know. What do people do at the bahamas?

Ed: Hell if I know, I think everyone just… sits around. So.

Ne: Well fuck that, I'm swimming! I uh… Shit. These are the only clothes I have…

[As soon as Ness finishes speaking, someone comes tumbling in through the door, making it into frame.]

?: Ohmigodhiguys!

[Voice identified: Ophelia.]

Ne: OH SHIT! You scared me… Uh hi?

O: Last night was so fun, OMG. I heard something about clothes? And only having one outfit?

Ed: Have you been waiting outside of the room until you heard that.

Ne: Uh… Yeah I was gonna go swimming while I'm here… But Yeah.

[Ophelia digs around in her pockets, and pulls out something shiny, and rectangular. They toss it over to Ness.]

O: Go wild, girl.

Ne: Wha- What is this? Um.

O: Company card! Go and buy yourself some stuff, Ness.

Ne: Y'all aren't… Trying to get me to join showfall or PR right?

Ed: God no, why would I want to work with you?

O: Be nice! But no, we aren’t. We just want to treat you to something nice!

Ne: Uh ok… Oh did I give you those letter's? From my stalker?

O: Not yet, no. I think you were too busy singing ‘Copacabana’ on the table to remember.

Ne: Oh um… Well

[Ness digs around her pockets, casually pulling out 4 pieces of paper. And slowly handing them to Ophelia.]

O: Thank you, I’ll look into this ASAP!

Ne: And I'll keep my end… Anything PR needs, as much as it will pain me. As long as it doesn't hurt anyone currently staying in that apartment. I'll do it.

O: Glad you’ve decided to keep that part! It would have ended a little worse if you’d decided to take that part out.

[Silence.]

O: Kidding!

Ne: Ha… Ha yeah I'm gonna go now thanks for this!

[Ness runs out of the room leaving her phone on accident.]

Ed: Why the fuck did you just let her run off with the damn company card?

O: For funsies!

[Eden smacks her palm into her face.]

Ed: God, I hate you.

O: Yeahhh.

[Ness runs back.]

Ne: FORGOT MY PHONE-

[Ness grabs it and leaves again, accidentally hitting a button ending the transcript.]

[End transcript.]

[frankthesnek]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

Tagged by @sga-owns-my-soul thank you friend!

1) How many works do you have on AO3?

99 but soon to be 100 🎉

2) What's your total AO3 word count?

475,530

3) What fandoms do you write for?

McShep (Stargate Atlantis), Style (South Park), Nickroe (Grimm), Stony (Marvle/Avengers)

4) What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

5) Wrong One, Right One.

4) How the Story Goes.

3) Stop and Think.

2) Not a Test Run.

1) Horny Toads.... and HOLY FUCK what did I do right in this fic?!? It is the most viewed/most kudoed thing I have posted by a freaking landslide 🤯

5) Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I try to. If they sit too long I feel weird replying to old ones, but I try. I should do better.

6) What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

A Fractured Version all the parts of it.

7) What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

That's hard I do mostly happy endings.... Probably How the Story Goes, or the Mark's of Joining series maybe?

8) Do you get hate on fics?

I have been very lucky to have great support from people, so no! Thanks guys 🥰

9) Do you write smut? If so what kind?

Yes. A lot of it. What kind? Honustly, I'm all over the place. Read fic tags. But probably do soft/sweet smut the most.

10) Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

No I do not like them.

11) Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I am aware of, I hate that this is even a thing!

12) Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not to my knowledge but please feel free to just let me know if you do!

13) Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

Technically yes but it was in high-school and it didn’t get posted.

14) What's your all time favorite ship?

Oh gosh that is hard.... I honustly do not know the answer to that. Cop-out answer but I really have no idea.

15) What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Riding Free With You. Its been abandoned for years, and as much as I wish it would get done I just don't see it ever happening.

16) What are your writing strengths?

Fuck if I know. Smut? Emotions maybe? I like writing dialogue.

17) What are your writing weaknesses?

Grammer, spelling, typos. My dyslexia makes me a shit writer on some fundamental levels, and I accept that and do my best to watch for it and correct it. Also, action scenes, I don't think I'm good at them.

18) Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

Fine if it's done right. And I really don't know what the right way is. All I know is I hate having to scroll to the bottom to read the A/N to find out what was said by someone in another part of the fic.

19) First fandom you wrote for?

YuGiOh GX. Moving on now...

20) Favorite fic you've ever written?

Probably Fireflies. I am very attached to that one and I don't have a good reason why. It just makes me very happy.

Oh lord that felt like it took forever to put together 😮‍💨 it was fun though, so thanks much! No tags because I'm pretty sure this has made the rounds already. But if you haven't done it and want to consider yourself tagged!