#especially for when we should be happy we're even getting ANY new content for this decade and a half shell of a game WE GOT FUCKING LUCKY

[reallapiscake12]

"omg guys the soundtrack is so bad it's not the smae" "THIS GAME IS RUINED NOW THAT'S NOT MY PEPPERSTEAK" " ERRR THE PAYRUS LEITMOTIFF IS STUPID AND CRINGE, TOBY FOX SHOULD BE ASHAMED OF HIMSELF

Hey yeah that's cool, do me a favor-

[iscdisc]

This is a 2012 take I've had for a while now, and I'm so happy I made art about it today because I genuinely love talking about it !! 🗣️

This isn't meant to be 2012 Leo slander whatsoever, because I adore him and don't think he's terrible or anything (He's literally my favorite pick for the 2012 Turtles-) ! But I do feel that he admittedly had a lot of poor leadership moments at times (Especially in late Season 3 to Season 4- 💀), and I feel like a lot of the burden of having things accessible / ready / or even remotely feasible in order to have Leo's plans actually work out fell on Donnie. Without much appreciation or acknowledgment of that fact from Leo or anyone else for that matter.

I feel like if any of the brothers had a right to argue with Leo about leadership or how things were being run under him, it should have been Donnie, because Donnie had more than enough of a leg to stand on for that argument. I'm not trying to invalidate Raph's feelings or perspective, because I'm not saying I don't understand the angle of him being upset about Leo's blatant favoritism when it came to their Father and that being a big reason why he was so obstinate with Leo- But that aside, I don't feel like he had much of an argument to make when it came to presenting himself as a better option as far as leadership-?? I get retconning canon and that this could've just been the writers depicting Raph in a way that some of you may disagree with, but if we're basing this opinion on the Season 1 episode, "New Girl In Town", we can clearly see that he wasn't very well equipped to fill that role in the way that Leo was. And speaking of that particular episode, it was actually Donnie who stepped up when things were getting really bad with Snakeweed in the sewers- 👀

This is why I depict Raph in this scenario accepting this outcome and not being super defensive or acting like he should be included in the conversation, because I kind of have him admit that he wasn't the best at it-!

I'm also sorry, because there was so much more I wanted to draw, and instead of being able to show those things I'm just going to say them here-! For example, Splinter's involvement in the situation. I pretty much don't have him do anything about the unanimous vote, because in his eyes, this team's dynamic / structure is this team's business and he doesn't really have a place to say whether or not they change who leads the team. Sure he chose Leo in the beginning, but if they decide to come to a different decision, they're fully in the right to do that. So Leo couldn't exactly get Splinter to come to his defense,, 👍 || I also wanted to show more of Donnie and Leo both being pretty content with this new dynamic change after a while ! I somewhat got to explore that with the last image of Leo being able to fully explore his hobby / interest in astronomy, but I also wanted to show Donnie feeling very fulfilled and respected within this group of siblings and friends now that he is the team leader, with that being really satisfying for him ! || I also wanted to show Donnie having his first leader breakdown post the Kraang Invasion of Season 2, with Leo comforting him at the Farmhouse and expressing empathy having been in his position many many times before,, He just never really told his brothers about it because he didn't want them to worry and he honestly felt ashamed for breaking down so much,, <:/

Also, you know I can't resist putting 2012 Jonatello in everything I make, so of course this is going to have Jonatello moments too ! I just didn't get around to it yet- One of those things was going to be Casey becoming the second mechanic in the group in order to take off some of the work load on Donnie since now he's juggling even more than he used to-! The way Casey expresses not only concern but so much support for Donnie gives Donnie butterflies, okay- 👀💜🖤✨ Lmao

I guess the last thing I'll mention is kind of April's role and everything, since I want her to join Mikey in encouraging Leo to really explore himself as an individual now that he doesn't have to be defined by the leadership role anymore ! She's very supportive of him just being able to be himself and figure that out during this time ! But I also wanted her to better explain to Leo why she also agreed with this leadership change, since I can see him feeling a little betrayed by her. With Leo most likely assuming that she would have tried to reason with Donnie or get him to see a different side of the situation. I wanted to be very clear that she did not agree with Donnie because she felt bad for him or because of the weird crush he had on her and she didn't know how to be honest with him, etc. etc., you know what I mean? 👍✨

[cozy-cinnamon-roll]

We Interrupt This Broadcast...

(Another two-part-er! Stay tuned for part 2 very shortly!)

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Pairing: Ler!Rosie, Ler!OC, Lee!Alastor (strictly platonic)

Content/Trigger Warnings: tickling, very brief blood mention, medical themes (non-graphic & painless). One comically graphic description of cannibalism (first paragraph). Also, this is set right after Alastor gets his ass handed to him by Adam, so you can expect a lil angst sprinkled in there (don't worry, he gets better).

If there are any trigger warnings you'd like me to add in the future (and/or to this fic), PLEASE let me know! I am always happy to oblige. 💕

This is a ticklefic! If that's not your cup of tea, kindly move along.

Ok... I'm gonna be honest folks, I have no idea if this fic is even coherent. This ain't my Best Work™ - this is literally the coping mechanism I've been relying on to put myself to sleep every night this week because HOLY SHIT my life is stressful at the moment. 😅

But anyway, I've decided I'm just gonna go ahead and post it, because 1) the world needs more lee!alastor, and 2) I'm not here to do my Best Work™, I'm here to write cute self-indulgent little stories about Alastor getting tickled to bits by his platonic wife. I'm here to decompress my hypervigilant ass at the end of long days by imagining my favorite endearingly creepy characters get wrecked by my other favorite endearingly creepy characters.

In summary, I'm here to have a good time, and I certainly did with this fic. So I hope you do too!

Featuring my new oc! (Rosie and Al still take center stage though, don't worry lol)

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It's a little-known fact that cannibals make terrific doctors. When you spend every meal tearing the human body apart with your face, you end up with a pretty comprehensive intuition for demonic anatomy.

So Alastor supposed he should consider himself lucky to have Rosie and her loyal posse so close at hand after his battle with Adam.

He was certainly relieved when Rosie had stumbled upon him, barely conscious from blood loss on the floor of his wrecked radio tower - and especially a few hours later when, having been rushed back to Cannibal Town, he was whisked into a warm, familiar parlor and deposited on a comfy couch.

Within minutes Rosie had summoned a woman in a white coat who swooped in, produced a bottle of a strange, foul-smelling gel from her medicine bag, soaked a rag with it, and pressed it firmly against Alastor's wound. The searing pain evaporated almost on contact.

"What is that?" Alastor breathes, visibly relaxing against the arm of the couch he's propped against.

"Anesthetic." She begins preparing a needle and thread.

"Didn't know such a thing existed down here."

"Of course! We're demons, not barbarians," Rosie scoffs, watching from the sidelines.

Cannibals, as a rule, rarely last long enough to need a doctor, but Rosie is no ordinary cannibal. And Dr. Trudy Sawblade - a young surgical resident in life, and Rosie's personal physician in death - is the best of the best. While she hadn't quite completed her medical training before her untimely death, in Rosie's service she's gained more than enough experience to make up for her education cut short.

"That salve is derived from a distant cousin of the poison dart frog. Evidently most of the frogs are assholes, because hell has an downright enormous population of them." Trudy's voice is measured and matter-of-fact, with a soft lilt that is both soothing and vaguely unsettling. "Haven't been discovered on earth yet. Which is good, because one whiff of this would end a mortal life in a matter of seconds."

"Lucky you, you're already dead," Rosie chimes in cheerfully.

"Lucky me," Alastor murmurs, without conviction.

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Truthfully, with the pain from his chest wound numbed, the weight of his recent defeat presses even more heavily on Alastor's heart. Someone - probably one of the cannibals who helped transport him from the rubble pile to Rosie's parlor - must have grabbed the broken microphone as they carried him out, because the fractured pieces are sitting on the side table at the other end of the couch. Under normal circumstances the awareness that someone had touched his staff without permission would spark a flash of rage from the Radio Demon, but now he can only stare dismally at what remains of his cane - aware that it's no longer capable of accomplishing much anyway.

It takes only a few minutes for Trudy to stitch Alastor back up and wrap his chest in a stretchy gauze. Meanwhile, Rosie quickly mends the worst of the tears in his clothes - if only to avoid having to watch her friend stare down the couch at his broken staff, with an uncharacteristic half-smile that damn near breaks her heart.

"Alright, sir, that should do it for now. It's a nasty gash, for sure, but the salve should keep it from getting infected."

"Thank you, my dear." He gives an appreciative nod to the surgeon, and Rosie too, as his fellow overlord hands him back his clothes.

"Can't have you going around with a big hole in your chest, can we?" Rosie steps back and scrutinizes her own patch job as he slowly dresses himself again. "It ain't perfect... especially for a classy fellow like you. But I'm sorry to report that I saw my tailor at a Sunday brunch just last week. Inconvenient, but I gotta admit, he made a wonderful casserole."

For the briefest of moments, this aside manages to tweak Alastor's smile into something vaguely genuine. "I'm sure he did."

"One more thing, Mr. Alastor, sir," Trudy jumps in as the radio demon pulls on his coat. "So sorry, I almost forgot. The angel also threw you against a wall, correct?"

At the recollection, Alastor's smile stiffens into something more closely resembling a grimace. His antlers rise between his ears. "Does it matter?"

"You may be at risk for internal injuries." If Trudy is at all fazed by inviting the most powerful overlord in hell's annoyance, it doesn't show. "I really ought to check, just to be safe."

Alastor looks away. As loathe as he is to even acknowledge his own fragility, he truly isn't sure of the extent of his own injuries - given that he's not used to receiving them in the first place. And he'd be damned (well, damned twice) if Adam had ruptured something vital, spelling the radio demon's second death a few hours after the fact.

He grits his teeth. "I suppose it wouldn't hurt."

"Lovely. If you could just lie back, sir..." As he obliges, she kneels beside the couch. "I'm just going to feel for any swelling..." Her hands hover over him-

"Er, wait." Alastor abruptly sits up.

"It's alright, I won't touch your wound!" Trudy soothes. "I'll just be feeling down here..." She gestures to his midsection (which elicits a sharp flinch).

"No, I-" He hesitates. "I'm... not sure this is necessary."

"Oh, Alastor, stop worryin'!" Rosie reassures him with a friendly pat on the shoulder. "Trudy is quite picky about her meals. She'd never go for venison."

"That's... not what..."

Alastor pauses, and evidently decides against trying to explain what he meant. He reluctantly lies back against the cushions again.

"I'm going to place my hands under your shirt, sir. If you feel any pain, please alert me."

"Very well."

As Trudy lifts his shirt, he looks like he is going to say something more - but whatever it is dies on his tongue the moment her hands make contact with his stomach. He brings one knee up sharply.

"Tender there, sir?"

"No! No, your hands are cold." His words have gone uncharacteristically stiff.

Trudy methodically probes one side of his belly, then the other (which in turn causes his other knee to pop up). This time when Trudy asks if he's in pain, he merely shakes his head.

The surgeon furrows her brow, concentrating. Human-animal hybrids like Alastor already take a bit of poking around just to get a sense for each unique configuration of organs. It doesn't help that the man is bracing for every touch...

"Are you sure this doesn't hurt, sir?" she murmurs tentatively. "You're very tense."

"Yes." The word comes out like a hiss. She glances at the radio demon's face. He's wearing his typical showman's smile, but his eyes are fixed on the ceiling with a weird, wide, unwavering stare.

Finally the surgeon sits back. "Well, I don't feel anything concerning. But to be honest, sir, I can't feel much of anything." She turns apologetically to her employer. "His stomach is all clenched up..."

But Rosie is simply standing there pressing a huge grin into her glove. She's known Alastor for decades. She can read his expressions like a magazine.

"Alastor, darling," Rosie drawls casually. "Are you ticklish?"

From the radio demon's reaction, you'd think she'd asked if he was an Exorcist. He scrambles to sit up. "No! Why would-"

"You're ticklish. That's..." She catches herself just before the word precious.

"...What?!" There's an edge of defensiveness to his voice that Rosie very rarely hears from him.

"Why are you embarrassed?"

"I'm not emb- That's not- what-" Oh, she's giving him that look. "I'm just- I wasn't-"

As he speaks, Alastor's voice suddenly goes thin. His gaze turns inward. "I'm stuttering. I don't stutter! I've never stuttered!" He clutches his coat closer around himself. "I am the RADIO DEMON, for heaven's sake, I don't sta-AHH! Haha-!"

Evidently a scribble to the ribs is a very effective way to interrupt a panicking demon. Rosie runs her fingers from his hip up his side to his arm and back a couple times for good measure.

The amount of startled laughter she is able to draw from just this surprise touch delights her - the poor man is so ridiculously sensitive that a five-second one-handed tickle leaves him fully breathless.

"Okay! Okay, okahay! Keheh- Rosie!"

"Sorry dear, couldn't resist." She holds her hands up, still beaming like a stadium light. "I'll stop torturing you."

Alastor clears his throat. "You're not torturing me, dearest." He straightens his bowtie, clearly attempting to salvage his dignity. "You know what I always say, laughter is a powerful sign of-"

He cuts off with a sharp inhale and defensive flinch as Rosie perches on the edge of the sofa beside Trudy. She grins.

"You're right. That's certainly your specialty, isn't it?"

Alastor forces a nervous chuckle. "Never fully dressed without a smile, you know."

"Well don't worry, darling. I understand." She pats his knee. "Just because you've got the scariest evil cackle in hell doesn't mean you appreciate having it tickled out of you."

Rosie had expected this assurance to put him at ease, but if anything, he seems more troubled.

"Why would I mind a little, ah..." Tickling. Tick-ling. He can't bring himself to articulate two syllables. Is this all he's left with without his staff? "...Er, a little bit of levity? Can't let things get too serious, can we?" With another quick cough, the radio demon finally manages to get his voice to fall back into his familiar breezy cadence. He turns to Trudy. "Now, are we... quite finished with that examination?"

"Nothing seems amiss, from what I can feel." Trudy takes a step back. "Which is not much, but I think I've already made you uncomfortable enough..."

"Nonsense! I'm perfectly at ease!" He lies back again and smooths his coat. "Please, finish your little checkup. I insist."

Trudy regards him curiously for a moment. "Right." Her hands hover over his belly again. "But if you want me to stop, sir, just say the word-"

"I assure you that w-won't be necessahary..."

Trudy watches him seize up before her fingers even make contact. This time she presses a little deeper into his belly, trying to feel around his defensiveness.

"You are punching holes in my couch," Rosie remarks dryly, watching the poor demon's claws bury themselves in the cushions.

"I kn... ohow, I'm just-" He squeezes his eyes shut as Trudy hits a particularly bad spot. And then another. And another... hell, his torso one big bad spot.

"What do you think, Trudy?"

The young doctor just shakes her head.

"Alastor. Darling. You have GOT to relax."

"I am!" Alastor's composure is dangling by the thinnest of threads.

"Maybe it would help," Trudy says, with infinite caution, "to just go ahead and laugh, sir."

A beat. And then Rosie bursts into laughter.

"Giving new meaning to the 'deer in the headlights' expression, my friend." She scoots closer. "I thought you just said you don't mind a little 'levity'..."

"I don't!"

"In that case. Carry on, Trudy - Auntie Rosie is gonna help our patient out a bit while you work."

Too late, Alastor realizes what his fellow overlord has in mind. "Wait, wait! Ros-"

A delicate set of nails find the region just under his ribs - and it's all downhill from there.

"Ah! Fuhuck!" Alastor chokes on a curse before he can catch himself. He twists sideways, collapses into muffled giggles, and briefly manages to pull himself together - just barely - with a few hyperventilated breaths. "Rosie, really! This isn't- please- ack! I can't-" There's that damn stutter again. He hadn't even stuttered when Adam slashed him.

And now, Great Alastor the Radio Demon, undone by some scribbles? And a medical exam?!

Meanwhile, Trudy can feel even less now than she could before, her patient's belly now quaking with silent, suppressed mirth. But she takes one look at Rosie's delighted expression... and continues probing anyway, curling a subtle little smirk of her own.

It seems Rosie has picked up on a slightly less tangible injury than anything Trudy can address. But fortunately, they've just stumbled upon a promising potential treatment.

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Part 2 is already pretty much finished - my brain is just too mushy at this point to contend with Tumblr's shitty text interface any longer, and this feels like a good stopping point.

Lemme get a good night sleep and another dose of Prozac and I'll have the rest out shortly 😅

💜 - Cozy

[thevegetablewhichnoonedaresname]

this is (hopefully) gonna be my one post about the live action because I do not want to hear or think about it. also if you hold or have expressed any of the opinions here that's totally cool and fine, this is in no way personal and I'm still happy for you if you can enjoy it!

This thing does not need to exist. Words cannot describe how much I do not care. The color palettes, shots, sets, costumes, etc. so far seem so close to the original that it makes me question why they would even bother. If you're going to do live action, there should at least be a PRETENSE that you have something to add by doing so. I hate Disney live action remakes as much as the next guy, but at least they tend to look like what the movie would look like if it were live action, y'know? And if you can't do that, that's maybe a good sign that the thing was in the medium it was in for a reason. I saw someone say that it looks like an insurance commercial and I can't stop thinking about that. Everything that looked cold and misty and atmospheric in the original looks sad and like it's filmed on a stage.

I saw someone say that we should at least be grateful that we're getting new content for the franchise and hoping the lore would be expanded. I could maybe, maybe even see that perspective too IF HTTYD WASN'T ALREADY AN EXTREMELY EXTENSIVE AND FLESHED OUT WORLD. We have a theatrically released TRILOGY. We have three pretty solid TV shows with the same characters totalling EIGHT SEASONS and 118 EPISODES. We have multiple video games, multiple shorts, and two more adjacent TV shows. And if that's not enough dragons for you, then there are the twelve books that it was based on, which are pretty different but just as beautiful and special.

I will not be happy with a live action remake. I was never going to be. There does not need to be more. And I especially do not want a washed out shot for shot regurgitation of a perfectly good movie spat out in my lap when I could literally just be watching that movie. No thank you. I'm done hearing about the thing.

And most importantly, I think the thing that really gets me about the discussion around live action remakes is when people are desperately reaching for good things to say about them or acting like "oh, well, you gotta hand it to them for this one aspect at least." You. Do. Not. You don't. I saw this a lot with the ATLA live action too, and while it's totally okay if you enjoy it or you just like seeing something in live action, you do not have to look for things to like. You SHOULDN'T have to look for things to like. We deserve better, and we do not have to waste our precious minutes on earth being grateful or looking for positives in a watery forgettable useless piece of media when there are so many good and beautiful things in the world.

[autism-autobot]

Flower of a Poisonous Seed Part 64:

Part 63:

TW: vomiting, digestive health issues, mentions of death,

Red Son woke up at about 8:30 am to an empty bed. He looked around for a few minutes to see Nezha standing in the doorway to the bathroom.

"Oh, don't tell me-"

"It's a bathroom campout day."

Bathroom campout days were everyone's least favorite type of day, Wukong especially. Wukong would have to spend hours in there purging his systems of all content. Oftentimes from both ends. It was both gross and smelly, but ultimately it was so Wukong could detox his body. It was the stone monkey way of handling any contamination within the body.

Luckily, it usually meant that Wukong would be feeling very well for the next few days at least.

RS: Are you doing alright, Uncle?

SWK: Back at it again at Krispy Kreme! *vomits*

Nezha: *laughs* This is part of why I love him so much.

RS: Would you like me to make breakfast?

Nezha: If you'd be so kind. Wukong will likely have to be tube-fed though, he hasn't been able to keep anything down.

RS: How long has he been in there?

Nezha: I woke to the sounds his body was making at about four in the morning. He was already in here by then so I really don't know. I think it's because he tried some new foods at the diner yesterday.

RS: Oh. Poor Uncle.

Nezha: He should be done soon, given how long he's been in here.

RS: I'll get breakfast ready.

Nezha: Good. And can you bring the diffuser over too?

~~~

Wukong had a port put in his abdomen during his surgery so he could be given vital nutrients his body needed when he either couldn't eat or keep anything down.

Nezha was initially dismayed by it until Wukong said something about how he now had a belly button too.

Once Wukong was done purging, Nezha helped put him in what Nezha swore wasn't a diaper but it might as well have been and clean, comfortable clothes.

He attached the tubing to Wukong's "belly button" and the machine used to feed him. It only needed a mixture of water and the nutrient packets that came with it. Once Nezha was done with that, he set up the diffuser. It was shaped like a daffodil and changed color too.

Nezha had researched diffusers and essential oils and even spoken to Wukong's doctor about it when he found out that incense was a potential hazard to his lungs. Nezha wanted to try it out as an alternative and Jinzha had just gifted them a set of the best oils he could find. He also gifted them a book about the benefits and uses of each.

Nezha picked the lemon and lavender oils for Wukong to smell.

~~~

Wukong was able to get some sleep while the others had their breakfast.

Nezha: Oh, by the way, I asked the guys to come over to help put together some of the furniture today.

RS: Really? Why?

Nezha: It was a bit of a long shot to think the three of us would be able to set this place up on our own. And we've been wanting to spend more time together and helping each other out after we lost one of our own.

RS: I see. My deepest condolences for you all.

Nezha: Thank you. The funeral is in two weeks and I will be attending. I don't know about Wukong though. He doesn't have an easy time with these things.

RS: I'd be happy to stay here and watch him if needed.

Nezha: Thank you. And thank you for all of the help you've given us. You've done more for us than we could ever have asked for.

RS: Oh, it's nothing really-

Nezha: And I wanted you to know that if ever it becomes too much for you or if you feel too stressed by what's been happening to Wukong, it's okay to take a break.

RS: But I want to help you! I want to help you both in any way I can!

Nezha: And we appreciate the help, really, we do. We just don't want you to get overwhelmed by this and be hurt by it.

Nezha: We love you and we're always here for you. We just don't you spending your time worrying every moment of every day. We want you to go have fun and live your life regardless of what happens to us.

RS: I understand. Thank you. And I promise you I don't do this entirely out of worry, but out of love for you both as well.

RS: Plus, it's been a fun challenge to put together the different mobility devices and other stuff around the house.

Nezha: Good. I'm glad you're enjoying it.

~~~

Red Son had met Nezha's soldier friends before, but it was still weird seeing them out of uniform and in such casual clothing.

Nezha greeted each one fondly as they arrived. It was clear that all of these young men were close to each other. Nezha went over instructions when they were all together and they split up to get to work.

It took about 0.3 seconds for them to start cracking jokes and goofing around a bit. Still, they did good work.

Wukong was well enough to sit in his wheelchair and greet Nezha's friends for a bit. Every one of them was very polite and respectful to him. Whenever one had spare time, they used it to check on Wukong's condition and see if he needed anything.

SWK: You have good friends.

Nezha: The best. I consider myself very lucky.

SWK: Are they your troop?

Nezha: *pleasantly surprised by the question* I suppose they are. And that would make them yours too, correct?

SWK: Correct.

The two looked over to see a pair of them had made bubble wrap armor and cardboard weapons while another friend had made a cardboard fort.

SWK: These guys are awesome.

Nezha: I know.

SWK: Sweet bachelor party you've got going on.

Nezha: You think so?

SWK: I know so-

*THUNK*

Soldier 1: What did we say about leg sweeping?

S2: To not to?

S3: Ow dude.

S1: You good bro?

S4: He's wearing bubble wrap, he'll be fine.

Part 65:

Masterpost

@weaverpop @istopaskingmemate @fruit-fight @ainnur @cutvdo @starrclown @swkbiggestdefender @vivyainou

Happy Birthday to FloaPS!

[slaaverin]

In my world 2 guys who are just friends don´t act like they do. And def not when these guys are straight. And don´t get me wrong, i live in a very progressive country! Not like SK when it´s abt LGTBQ.

Okay I'm not gonna be toooooo annoyed at this anon (or you whose inbox I'm currently in) because I used to think like that. BUT!

That's just untrue. I'm from a progressive and inclusive country, and the spaces I'm in are all very lgbtqia+ positive, and I thought Jikook were very different too. Despite seeing other friend groups online (not from kpop and based in the US) where affection, expressions of love and flirting were very normal - most of the friends in the group are pan/bi but in longterm hetero relationships - I thought Jikook had that something extra.

Until I got closer to a new group of friends irl, most of whom are in happy hetero relationships, and the men (we're all 26+) treated each other with such casual love and affection that it made me reconsider things. I don't know if any of them are bi or pan, and it's not really relevant. Especially because members of the lgbtqia+ community present vastly differently even in the same social group.

What I am trying to say is not that jimin and jungkook are definitely straight. Imho, all members of BTS have made me wonder about them in that sense. It's not something I ponder for long times - as it's not my place - but I can understand why other armies might.

I'm also not denying them the possibility of having or having once been in a romantic relationship.

I just want to caution you and the anon a little because yes, while Jikook definitely are incredibly close, their expressions of love can very well be platonic. It's very heteronormative to interpret everything they do as gay just because it doesn't fit with your view of male friendships. It's not that I (or others who leave room for the truth) don't see or understand your pov, and want to avoid falling into the trap of viewing queerness as "just good friends". It's just about considering that we simply don't know Jikook.

We as fans only see a very (very) limited chunk of BTS, and only what they want us to see. Our perception will be coloured by our opinions, backgrounds and biases (not the kpop kind) and thus no piece of content or interpretation is objective.

Jimin and Jungkook are imo at least best friends. Everything beyond that is pure speculation, and we should treat it as that. I know us Jikooker want to be the sane and smart shippers in the fandom, a counterweight to the very loud and a bit...unhinged ones, but that includes (imho) understanding our own fallacies and knowing that for all the theories about Rosebowl, GCF , Letter and Who there is the possibility of it being just two incredibly close friends that love each other, protect each other and fight for each other.

Jikook = real love. That's a fact. If it's the rainbow color kind or something else, will most likely remain a question of perspective.

As a little P.S.: Please do not read this as an attack or me trying to force my views onto you. One of the great things about tumblr imho - and sth I liked about the Jikook space especially last year - is the way we can properly exchange opinions and discuss them in depth.

Opinion.

There's no definite answer.

But in my point of view the scale is more going towards romance.

But of course we might be biased and wrong.

I personally don't see the appeal of staying unbiased. We can't help feeling what we feel I guess.

But feel free to all express on this, it's interesting to have several point of views!

Thanks for sharing your thoughts 💜

[edelgarfield]

Forcing someone to watch a burlesque show when they're uncomfortable seems pretty messed up.

idk if you're actually a fan of critical role, but the post you're referencing is a hyperbole for comedic effect. nobody forces anyone to do anything. What happens is one character, Fearne, persuades another, Essek, to join the adventuring party in their room to chat. Essek originally declines, but then notices the inn is starting to put on a burlesque show and changes his mind, and says, paraphrased "on second thought, yes let's go upstairs."

the party, however, is interested in watching the show, so instead of going straight to their room, stays to watch. Essek hangs out in the back of the room and watches from a distance, and even shows some (begrudging) appreciation for the show. Nobody forces or even tries to convince him to stay, and he has his own room separate from the rest of the group, so he's free to leave at any time. the joke is that that party immediately switches tracks upon the introduction of a burlesque show and Essek grumpily waits for them to finish, despite originally not wanting to watch.

I'm sex-repulsed, so I get where this ask is coming from, but there's different types of discomfort/anxiety and there's a difference between being uncomfortable, disliking something, and being flustered/anxious. if you read the original post, I never said the character was uncomfortable, I said he "wanted out of there as quickly as possible" which could mean a bunch of different things, and ultimately he clearly wasn't that uncomfortable because he chose to stay without prompting.

I would probably behave similarly in that situation. it's really not my thing, and that makes me feel a little anxious and uncomfortable, because it's unfamiliar, but I'll do anything once especially if it'll make my friends happy. Like, obviously you shouldn't force or pressure someone to do something they don't want, but there's nothing wrong with asking, or playfully needling someone you're friends with. My best friend & I joke about forcing each other to watch movies or play games the other hates because our tastes are so different; obviously we're not forcing each other to do anything, we're choosing to spend time doing something we'd normally find unpleasant because we enjoy spending time together and teasing each other.

like believe me I get feeling pressure to do things that are uncomfortable, but it's not black and white. no one should feel forced to do something they find unpleasant, but I'm allowed to choose to do it for whatever reason, whether it's curiosity or to make someone happy or for my own benefit. I get uncomfortable doing new things, but I do it anyway because I know it's good for me. sexual situations or content isn't any different, I can manage my discomfort and I'm ultimately responsible for bowing out if something is too much.

[thelazyhermits]

First off, every single part of your Twisted Wonderland story heals a scar in my soul I want even aware existed. The way you capture and expand on each character in the game has me falling in love with them over and over again like I did the first time I got into Twisted Wonderland. Everything right now has been kinda stressful for me and I had to take a break from TW for a good while (the regret of missing so many events 😭), but only recently I had gotten back in and that’s because of you! Back then TW had so many new fans and content that you could never get enough yet sadly I see more and more abandon or incomplete works and creators retiring, to which I completely respect and understand their circumstances, but it does break my heart. I love TW so much and to know that you write such beautiful, heart gripping stories of them is something I am forever grateful for, the Yuu you’ve given life to is one I love with my whole heart just as much as I love all the other silly little boys. She’s such a sweetheart and seeing her be so loved, so treasured, is so soothing and healing that I can only want more! So please do take the time to rest, heal and don’t forget to hydrate because as much as I, and many of your fans, love and want more, we want you to take care of yourself first and foremost 🫶 Coming back to TW with you as my welcome has been the best thing I’ve done so far because you really gave me a reason to come back to this place. I’m finally picking up the game again and just in time for Tsum3 hehehe, I apologize if this is so long and wordy but I sometimes can’t really comment much so I usually comment long before disappearing again （−＿−；）But know that you have an avid fan of your writing right here and I’m not leaving any time soon ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

Setting that aside, I was wondering what event will you be writing about next after the Glorious Masquerade? By order I believe it’s the Port event right?

Awwwwwwwwww!!! This is one of the sweetest asks I've ever received! Thank you soooo much!!! 😭🥺😭🥺😭🥺

I am beyond flattered to hear that you feel that way about my writing. I seriously can't ask for a better compliment than being told that my writing & portrayal of the TWST boys has resulted in you falling even more in love with the boys. I am always so happy when I can make my readers fall even more love with the boys, especially my favorite boys XD

I'm so glad that you find my TW series to be healing/soothing. Nothing makes me happier than when my writing is able to help improve someone else's day/get them through a tough time, etc. since I always love to make my readers smile with my fics 🥰

It's wonderful to hear that this series was able to give you a reason to come back to TWST and was like a welcome back party so to speak. It's also pretty funny since TWST has a vice grip on me, which has lasted for two years now, and I don't think I'll be getting away anytime soon so it's like it's using my fics to do the same to all my readers. We're all in this together 😂

I'm sorry to hear things have been stressful for you as of late and that you had to miss some events as a result. I hope things will become less stressful soon, and hopefully, you'll get a chance to see those events again via reruns. Thankfully, JPN had a lot of those this year, so there should be plenty in the ENG server in 2025 haha

I'm so happy you like my Yuu since she's near and dear to my heart, and I just have so much fun writing her interactions with the TWST boys. There's just something endearing/almost poetic about how this girl, who never knew love, came to experience it for the first time in a school filled with "villains".

These boys are far from perfect. They're all a handful and can be a real pain in the ass at times, but it's specifically because of their "villainous" natures that the love/care they show Yuu is all the more special cause you wouldn't expect guys like them to care this much, but they do, because Yuu accepts them for they are, despite all their faults, and loves them, and they, in turn, just want to return the favor.

Because they're not villains and Yuu won't ever allow anyone, including them, think otherwise.

I really love writing about Yuu and these silly boys, so I have every intention to take good care of myself so I can continue doing so. You don't need to worry about my overworking myself since I've never been the type to forget to sleep/hydrate/eat cause I'm actually quite lazy irl and I really love to sleep/eat 😂

But thank you so much for your kind words! It really means a lot to me to hear that I have such a kind, wonderful reader like yourself supporting me 😊🥰💕💕💕

And please don't apologize for the long ask! I honestly love reading long comments/asks, so they're always welcome ❤

Moving onto your question, I want to keep what event I'll be covering next a secret, just like I normally do, since the first chapter will get posted on Christmas Day, and there's nothing better than a Christmas surprise, right? XD

However, I will tell you this: It won't be Port Fest that comes next, even though a Jack-centered fic really is the ideal Christmas present, I must admit, and that's totally not my bias talking lol 😂

For the record, I don't follow an order or anything like that when I post events. I typically just post whatever event I feel like posting at the time, although I do try to post seasonal events at the right time of the year when I can, like what I did with the first three Halloween events and the Sam's New Year Sale event.

The next event I'll be posting is one I chose to post next because it actually gets referenced in my Port Fest event fic as well as other event fics, so in order to avoid confusion, it's best that this fic comes next.

Plus, it's a really long fic, my longest TWST fic to date, which is ideal for me since, during that time, I can continue working on my 2024 JPN Halloween fic and also eventually start on my Tsum 3 fic, one of which will likely come after this long fic finally ends.

I hope you'll be looking forward to it! 😊 Also, thank you again for this lovely ask! It seriously made my morning and will surely be the highlight of my day 🥰💕💕💕💕

[stormyoceans]

The dark season is nice for some, but quite hard for others.

To tackle this, we're launching once again this year's "Secret Helpers" and everyone is invited to join in!

How does it work?

It's very simple!

Choose 5 fan works. It doesn't matter whether they are gifs, video edits, fanarts, metas, analyses or fanfictions. Do you have something that has completely changed, inspired, destroyed or touched you? THAT'S what you need!

And now it goes on

Step 2: Write feedback to the creator of your favorite. No matter how long, how short, no matter what language, no matter if anonymous or under your official account, write what you liked and why. Jump over your shadow and let them know that this work of theirs has given you a good time.

Step 3: Spread "Secret Helpers" anonymously to others. No matter who you come across on tumblr or elsewhere on the internet, whether mutual or random, send them the instructions and let them keep spreading good news.

A lot of things are not going well lately. So we try to let those who give us a little break in the chaos know that we're glad to have them.

FAQ:

I have only seen one fan work that I liked. - No problem, write to the person anyway.

Isn't that weird? - Nope. (We are on the internet. Everything is kinda weird and ey, you don’t have to use your official account to send the feedback)

There. Are. TOO MANY! - 5 is a minimum number. If you have the time, write to as many as you want, everyone will be happy to get some compliments on their work!

The creators I like are all totally unknown - Especially for fanartists who don't get much feedback yet, each of those is worth its weight in gold. The fanfiction is amazing, but only has 2 comments? Become number 3! The fanart has 36 likes, but looks like a fucking work of art? Write that to the creator! Motivation is all babeyyy, regardless of whether it's the fandom favorite or someone completely new.

Have fun and good luck Secret Helpers!

THIS IS SUCH A LOVELY PROJECT!!!!!!!!! it's so important to spread positivity, especially to content creators who often have to deal with a lack of feedback and their works getting stolen, so im glad you gave me the chance to do this by sharing it with me, anon, thank you!!!!!!

i think that to follow the rules of the project i should probably write to the creators in private or by sending them an ask (?), but to try to give them more visibility and help them reach new people who maybe aren't familiar with their works yet, i thought i could talk a little about some of my favorites here (not that i have that many followers but you know. also for the two creators who aren't on tumblr i WILL make sure to leave them a nice comment too), so here we go!!!!!

in no particular order:

the entire vice versa web weaving series by @daymork. i tell you i wish i could have all these edits collected in one of those fancy ass art books with a hard cover that cost almost a hundred bucks just so that i could flip through it at any given moment to contemplate the beauty of said edits and cry myself to sleep holding it to my chest as i think about puentalay. i have no idea how jessi did it but every single quote she used for these is so perfect that no matter how many times i reread them they never fail to reduce me to a sobbing mess of a woman who is in dire need of receiving mental health care provided by professionals in an institutionalized setting. my point is. i love them. i love them a lot.

the quote by ocean vuong last twilight edit by @morkofday. i could literally put any of vish’s vice versa edits here because it’s like they’re all specially crafted to deal as much emotional damage as humanly possible to me personally, but in the end i decided to pick this one because, to this day, it’s still my favorite last twilight edit ever made. there's just something about it that stayed with me since i first saw it a whole year ago (im not even kidding when i say i think about it an average of twelve times per day) and even if it was done based on the mock trailer alone, vish was somehow able to perfectly capture the spirit of the show, not just by using that particular quote (which is incredibly spot on like when day and mork were talking about tenderness in episode 4 i thought of this edit right away and had to go punch through a wall to cope) but also because of the colors and the pictures that she chose.

the the man who can't be moved puentalay gifset by @seatawinans. you think episode 11 of vice versa has already reached the pinnacle of life altering emotional devastation and cathartic experience, and then you see this gifset and suddenly you find yourself decaying into subatomic particles to cope, committing grand scale larceny and arson to deal, and doing daily affirmations like 'this is affecting me a normal amount! :)' in front of the mirror every morning to survive. truly i have no words to properly express just how much the 'thinking maybe you'll come back here to the place that we'd meet/and you'll see me waiting for you on the corner of the street' lines over the glasshouse scenes make me sick in the head, it's the parallelism romanticism soulmatism of it all and somehow cassi managed to make it worse (read: better).

the underneath the stars by the cure morkday fanart by twitter user @bleu1te. i honestly love all of bleuité's puentalay and morkday works so much, there's just something so soft and tender in the way this artist draws them that every time i look at their art it gives me the same feeling of safety and comfort that i so deeply associate with these two pairings. i picked this one in particular because i fell in love with it as soon as i saw it, i love the colors, i love the starry sky behind them, i love their expressions, and most of all i love the hand placement. idk how to explain it, but i think the way they're touching just really conveys how much they adore each other.

the enchanted by taylor swift morkday video by twitter user @jimmyseagatitos. you know when someone punches you in the stomach and it hurts so much that you just start laughing hysterically? this is the closest description i can give to try to explain what this video did to me on a psychological emotional spiritual mental and physical level. and because apparently im a masochist i've been rewatching it only like 92649626 times in the span of three days. i also think it's pretty damn genius to end the edit on the 'i'll spend forever wondering if you knew' line of the song because it leaves everything unspoken just what mork never got to say.

this is obviously very far from being a comprehensive list (especially since my memory is pretty bad and my main interests are currently very limited ;;;;), so for the next couple of weeks i will try to reach out to my favorite creators (in private this time, i promise) and give them some love!!!!! and if anyone sees this, please consider doing it too!!!!!

[lunarreverb]

I just finished the new epilogue! I enjoyed it a lot! Long thoughts about videogame storytelling mechanics generally but also the epilogue too:

Honestly, what a treat. It is so difficult not to be charmed by this game over and over, and the love Larian keeps pouring into it. And while we could 'well actually' about how the original ending was rushed and how all of this stuff should have been in there from the jump or that we should actually also be getting all of the cut content and all of that - I mean, I wouldn't be UNHAPPY if they restored more cut stuff and kept giving us more and more and more - but I can't find it in me to be too upsetti spaghetti with anything we're 'missing' now, as of getting the epilogue, the way that something like the ending of Mass Effect 3 made me...upsetti spaghetti with meatballs. And maybe it's because BG3 landed on me in a different time in my life, or maybe it's because even though it's technically a sequel in a series, it didn't wind me up with anticipation the way the finale of a firmly stated trilogy did. In any case I guess right now I just feel content. BG3 has been a precious and joyful journey, little bugs, snags and all.

(Except with the way spawn Astarion gets treated when the sun lands on him at the docks, that's still so fucking rude, but being able to see him thriving in the epilogue soothes that hurt.)

But! the epilogue being set after a time skip also has me thinking about one of the other minor hangups I had about the main story of BG3, that I have largely been happy to forgive since I imagine the challenges of balancing storytelling and videogame mechanics are just, a LOT - but I sometimes felt pacing of things in BG3 was a bit unintuitive? Or unnatural? All of the adventures the party had and the amount of character growth I witnessed seemed miles out of sync with the number of days that I was manually toggling with long rests. This was especially true in my first, doomed playthrough, when I made the rookie mistake of rationing my Long Rests really hard, and I missed out on so so sooo many scenes and completely bungled starting the Astarion romance. It had literally just been a few ‘days’ that my party had known each other when I got to the tiefling party, after all, surely I wouldn’t need to lock in my romance with someone by this 'early game' event? Nevermind how may in-game hours it had been?

(That first playthrough attempt was a disaster for so many reasons, not least of all because I didn’t even find Astarion right away on my first attempt searching the beach. Complete dumpster fire. While I think I am grateful that I skipped EA so the whole story could be fresh to me, I still wonder if having a quick jog through the Act 1 map before committing to a 'real' playthrough would have spared my directionally-challenged ass a lot of grief.)

And I don't know how one would go about fixing this 'mismatch' necessarily, or even if it's even altogether important to get hung up on that. It's less of an issue in other games that invent little, blind gaps between events - non-open worlds, where your marker moves along a map between locations of interest and you may imagine to your liking the amount of time that has passed off-stage. Or, games where the day-night cycle occurs independently of your actions. I don't think the latter necessarily suits a game like BG3 where choice is king, but I wonder if there could have been more places to imply time passing 'between' regions, after events... I don't know! Maybe that's not right either. I'm just saying there's no way the owlbear cub should've grown all the way up in what must've been a few actual weeks? Maybe?

ANYWAY, tangent aside - the epilogue is precious, and my major point is that I appreciate that there's a timeskip in there. It really felt like the characters had some realistic space to grow and make personal progress and I'm so happy for all of them. Halsin's duck almost made me cry, guys, for real.

...um. Happy for everyone, except Gale. I really fucked up with Gale in my Tav run. Honestly, he is so fascinating because I simultaneously feel multiple ways about him, and he's been an entertaining challenge to figure out roleplaying around. I like him as a character on paper, and I want wholesome things for him, but this face is how my Tav feels about him even as a god:

"Fucking wizards, man."

Anyway, I still have to finish my run with my Gale-mancing Durge, so I can look forward to this interaction going better with a regular-flavor Gale when I get there. I was in honesty kinda running out of steam to finish my Durge run, but this new patch is kind of giving me a boost for it.

I'm ALMOST tempted even to do another run just with my old Tav again, maybe on a harder difficultly, for shits and giggles. Or an Origin character run. Or something else! Faerûn is my oyster!

[pluraltits]

plural joy and such

so, just putting this under a Read More since it'll mention a lot.

CWs for fakeclaiming mentions, suicidal idealation, and general anti-endo talk. this is less of a real post and more of a ramble. also there is an image with a white background... be careful if you're on dark mode lol!

going to disclose this now - we were in anti-endo spaces for a couple of years (just 2) due to our friendgroup and their ideals of plurality. we're pro-endo now and.. those anti-endo places sucked lol.

TLDR right here;

something i've noted in anti-endo spaces, it's such a pissing contest of trauma and you can never be happy (even for nonplural reasons).

while we do understand having a trauma-focused space since it does affect plurality (especially since it affects You in general), they all seem anti-endo and just miserable.

i'm glad we found a syscourse neutral zone for templates on pluralkit, since it really did open us up to new stances

anyway - trauma-focused spaces always seemed to be anti-endo. i didn't hear people talking about plural joy until we joined this one server (that is now like.. our only server LOL).

i can't say i don't get it, but we could never get behind the constant tiptoeing and "woe is me!" an honest to goodness mental health conversations felt like something our grandmother would say (very bad).

constant censoring of system-related terms seemed.... so weird. splitting was only Traumatic so you had to censor it when talking about the Splitting New Gals disorder (lighthearted wording, but c'mon).

we're literally traumagenic and never wanted to suffer more than when we were in this trauma-centric spaces, which i assume was not the goal!! i understand making a space with care and trigger warnings and content warnings and such, but when you have to censor any talk of the disorder the place is about... isn't that tiring?

at some point, it's up to other people to take in their own triggers. If talking about DID and such triggers you, i don't think you should be in a support server for that. and i say this all so gently.

walking on eggshells is exhausting. many daily parts of life were something you couldn't talk about (if you mentioned a parent in passing, like "I went to the mall with my mom today!" you had to censor the whole thing). i know people are accommodating and kind in real life, but a mention of the words "mom" "dad" "parent" (and any variants) shouldn't need to be censored in a neutral or positive sentence.

and the happiness of it all. it felt so sabotaging. you couldn't express joy at all, let alone about plurality. you could talk about these things, but a mod would come in and remind you that not everyone is so lucky, not everyone can do that, and that it's just alright.

bad space, good intentions basically.

but you can be plural without wanting to kill yourself, i promise.

i lost the point and might reblog with a follow up when i get some more energy. but plurality is not a pissing contest and you can be you, you can be happy!!!!!!!

[trixcuomo]

50s Undead housewife aesthetic

Trixany slow-blinked as Haris Pilton and her old parole officer chatted happily about her new book, The Joy of Being A Forsaken Housewife. This... this wasn't her life.

Well, Haris was the one being fake-polite and over-eager about the abysmal subject matter. When pitched into the trash, Trixany was sure that book would start its own dumpster fires. But it was her job to promote bigger Azerothian celebrities than herself. Not like she had a choice.

Haris beamed, "AH! The Forsaken market! We here at Haris Pilton Entertainment Corp have been wanting to crack into that for years. And... help, um, support your people. In this tough transitional period between leaders."

Parole officer to the stars and captain of the Striped Sails fleet, Wilhemina Pearlington looked up. She had a dour expression, and a slow, slightly threatening tone of speaking. "We have our lady, Calia Menethil. She came back to us."

Haris held her tight smile. "Of course you do. For now."

Trixany uncrossed her arms, "Yeah, that's not gonna last."

Willy glinted at Trixany.

"Look, Willy. I know we're also bandmates and we have history and all that--"

Haris smiled, "Oh how delightful, to be in the same warband."

Trixany, "No, it's a girl band. The Kaja-Cola Flava Girls? Go on, look us up. Anyway--I don't take any issue with your book because of that. I don't."

Willy bared her greenish teeth, made a hissing-gurgling noise that made Trixany and Haris lean back from the table.

"... It's just an antiquated premise, ontop of everything else that's wrong with it. A book about keeping house? It says, 'How to keep an Undead husband content and your household thriving in a modern world.' What the hell, Willy? This sets society back a few decades, don'tchya think?? When exactly did you die, the stone age?"

Willy peered at the page Trixany was reading. "Oops, that should say 'writhing,' not 'thriving.'"

"Um, what? How can a household writhe?"

"... We Forsaken live with a lot of crawling little creatures. They need a good home life, too."

"Ew!!"

"Trixany, this is your assignment." Haris slid the slime green binder her way. "You'd better get started, especially if you see so many problems with it."

"I am not working on this book. I refuse to even touch it."

"Trixany, Wilhemina Pearlington, aka Black Cherry Dhalia of the Kaja-Cola Flava Girls," She finished swiping through her comm, catching up on that info, "...is also a Fosaken celebrity, and she wants a book deal. She's getting one."

Willy flipped open the binder, turned through a few chapters. "I'm most excited for my recipe for mud pie. Cheaper and easier to make than Westfall mud pie!! You can find most of the ingredients down at your local graveyard!"

"Urp--"

"And chapter seven is where we get into putting spunk back into a Forsaken marriage. Going frogging in the swamp can be pretty romantic."

"Oh, that might not be so bad. Sharpen took his girlfriend on a date frogging once... Before they broke up."

Haris gestured eagerly, happy to finally bring the other Blood Elf and the Forsaken woman together.

"... Except they didn't use their own rotting, worm-infested bodies as bait!"

Haris facepalmed, "We were so close."

[theographos]

First of all, I would like to thank you for your post, because I love finding new storytelling content to rant about.

On one hand, you are right : an open ending is there to make the fan theorize, write fanfictions, to give them a chance to explore the world your story have in their own ways. This is the intention in every open ending whether they are correctly executed or not.

On the other hand, people's reaction towards the open ending of Tales of Arcadia is much more understandable than you might think.

An open ending, storytelling wise, is a very dangerous thing to do. If not done perfectly, it will leave a lot of fan frustrated, unhappy, you name it.

And while fans should not get the final decision on everything, they matter a lot when making a story, especially for when you're writing the ending.

Let's talk first about an example of a good open-ending : Inception.

The whole story is a complicated plot on dreams inside of other dreams, to a point where you do not know which part is real and which isn't. Whether you are a character in the movie or the audience, you can roughly estimate what is a dream, but can hardly decipher where is reality. And the end is an open ending who continues to give you that feeling : the main character comes home, everything is happy, good, loving... But the movie stops before giving you a confirmation on if the main character is still dreaming or has returned in reality.

An open ending for this movie was appropriate : it helps with the feeling of confusion you feel throughout the movie, it makes you theorize, want to rewatch the movie in order to find some clues about the ending. The strong point of this movie is the story (a story that took roughly 10 years for Christopher Nolan to write) which gave the director enough confidence to add an open ending.

For Tales of Arcadia, it's another story...

The character development is mostly good, the design are great, the animation is very good for the budget it was given, the pacing throughout the series goes from good to meh, overall these are good points for the franchise.

However, with its many plot holes, last minute changes (Hello Morgana, how does it feel to go from "witch older than time" to "Arthur's sister who tried to fight for her rights as best as she could" ?) and the fact that they do not always respect the important themes of the serie (Oh hello Troll!Jim, I wonder why you're here at that very specific moment ?) makes the story and the worldbuilding not their greatest strength. It's overall good, but not good enough to assure a good feedback if you decide to end the story with an open ending.

All those weak plot points (like aliens for example) badfully gave some frustration to the audience. No show can be perfect of course and a lot of people, me included, continued to watch the serie without any major problem. But the frustration was already there.

For example in season 3 we saw Merlin with the usual mindset of "jim is actually too weak to fully be the trollhunter", a mindset that many characters had throughout the show before Jim proved them wrong. Yet here we're supposed to believe that Merlin is actually right, that Jim is too weak to fight against the villain that he was meant to fight since the beginning (since it's the ultimate role of a trollhunter to fight Gunmar)

Here again, we're supposed to believe that the world will be fine if Jim is not the trollhunter, even if we had an entire episode dedicated to how the world will be in ruins if Jim isn't the trollhunter. (or at least, that Jim allows everyone to be prepared for the war with Gunmar, meanwhile if he wasn't it would just had been a surprise for everyone)

Presented like this, the sentence "the franchise is erased" makes more sense. The very theme that started the franchise, which is "Jim may appear like a weak flesh bag, but he's more than capable of handling it" doesn't makes as much sense as before. Sure Toby is human too, so the theme is still somewhat present, but still : What was the point of Jim to "prove to everyone that he is the trollhunter, and that even if the amulet never chose him he would still be the trollhunter" if the ending is about how he gives up that title and give it to his bestfriend ?

What's the point of having a main character who would rather fight hell and back alone than bringing his loved ones into this, give to his bestfriend the role who gave him numerous trauma, that made him crippling under pressure, that almost killed him so many times ? This is not character development, it's just ignoring who Jim is, before and after his character development.

In itself, all of that creates a sense of frustration, that only grew bigger and stronger with the ending.

The writers should have recognized their weaknesses and the many critics that they were given and step down on the storytelling.

I could compare this situation with an artist wanting to paint a five feet painting, even if all they ever did was small sized paintings. Sure they could do it, but it wouldn't be good. It would a start and a good training, but the probabilities that they end up with a good painting is close to 0.

It's the same thing here : the writers did an okay job with the plot, but attempting an open ending with the story they had wasn't a good idea.

I will conclude by two points :

The first one is that the best ending for Trollhunters would have been a usual happy ending. Yes it is not the most original, but it would have been the bestest choice with the already much present weaknesses of the story. The frustration would have been calmed down, it would have feel like a real ending to most of the fans, because even if your plot is weak, you can try to win the fans with your characters. That could have happened to the movie.

The fact that an animated serie, on neflix, had the chance to become a franchise with a movie is already something exceptional ! They didn't need an open ending in any way. It doesn't make their story more interesting, nor more special (yes some movies/shows intentionally try to be bad, for them fame is all that matters) since there has been other cartoons produced by Netflix, like Voltron, who were good shows but with terrible endings.

My final point is that in no way i'm criticizing anyone for liking the ending of the franchise. Because first of all liking something doesn't mean the something is good, liking is subjective, but with the rules of storytelling you can objectively decipher if a story is good or not. Yes there will always be some part of subjectiveness, but I tried to stay as objective as possible.

If you liked the ending of Tales of Arcadia, I am truly happy for you. Don't let anyone take away that joy. And if you hated the ending, just like Characcoon said, don't let that ending take away the beautiful moments you spent watching that franchise.

Bad shows aren't the end of the world, especially since the beginning of Internet. Fanfics will always exist, whether in your mind or on someone's tumblr. And the goodside of it all is that next time you see a show who had those writers for the scenario, you will know what you can expect from them.

A word about Tales of Arcadia, specifically about the ending of the movie. I've seen a lot, I mean A LOT of hate and disappointment over it, so I'm here to share my two cents.

I think it was one of the greatest ending this series could have gotten.

Yes, all these years, all these characters, relationships, struggles, events... erased from this world. I've read a few critics and most of them were around this topic, that everything we felt with these characters have been deleted from existence. All the story we've learned, loved, cherished, nurtured? Gone. It didn't happen in the end, because the future has been changed in a very drastic way.

But that's a lie.

It did happen. For everyone involved with making Tales of Arcadia such a masterpiece, it happened. For us, the fans, it happened. And for Jim too, it happened, and god knows that kid needs a break.

Here's what this ending feels like for me: a brand new world. An open ending (sort of) for us to think about! Finales like this, where the ending feels more like a beginning, is for us, the fans, to continue on! To keep the story alive and going with our own ideas and concepts. And who will be the one to tell us that "this is impossible to happen"? No one! It's a brand new timeline, JUST FOR US TO CREATED UPON!

I can't WAIT to see what we can do with this new concept that has been given to us. I can't WAIT to see the different ways everyone will continue this story. Because, for me, FOR ME, this is what this ending feels like.

Jim's story is not over, it hasn't been erased. I still remember everything, I've been with ToA since the start. I remember all my tears, my laughs, my joy. I remember my hate and disappointment too, tbh, it's not perfect. Everyone's been saying that now it feels stupid to have all these emotions over something that didn't even happen? Just like that? Don't let some time-changing time-travel erase your experiences! This story is still with us! And with Jim.

With that being said, we can delete the entire Staja subplot from the movie and nothing would change. We can delete it from our minds too. Get the MiB pen in here, where did I put it-

[navybrat817]

Around Your Throat

Pairing: Vampire Mob!Bucky Barnes x Gifted!Female Reader Summary: Bucky has the perfect accessory to go around your throat. Word Count: 1.9k Warnings: E/xplicit s/exual content, f/ingering, b/iting, p/ossessive behavior, b/lood, feel (it's me), Bucky Barnes (he’s a warning, okay?). Graphic talent and thanks: Banner - @sgt-seabass, Divider - @firefly-graphics , Moodboard - yours truly A/N: Set before Lay Me Down, we're visiting our vampire to kick off Hot Bucky Summer challenge hosted by @buckybarnesevents! Theme - "What should I wear?" ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

You stood in front of the full length mirror, a frown on your face as you looked over yourself. The black and gold gown you wore was beautiful, the v-neckline and fitted bodice drawing attention to your chest. Bucky had it designed for you, with your approval. He wanted only the best for his bride-to-be.

The fact that he had a matching suit almost put a smile on your face.

But you couldn’t figure out why you weren’t happy with your look. You thought for a moment that the dress was too much for a dinner, especially since you would be one of the only people at the table eating an actual meal. As Bucky’s future mate and your father’s daughter, however, it was the expectation that you’d look your best.

At least I won't have to create an illusion since I'll be amongst Bucky’s friends for the evening.

“I'm not sure about this,” you told your fiancé since he insisted on being in the room as you got ready, admiring your side profile with a sigh. "Should I change into something else?"

"Why would you change when you look good enough to eat?"

You spun around to face him, your breath catching when he stood from his chair and straightened his tie. He slicked his hair back for the evening and you longed to run your fingers through it to make a mess of it. This man managed to steal your heart and he would be the reason you took your last breath.

He was both your ending and your new beginning.

"Just what every girl wants to hear when she goes to feast with vampires," you teased, turning back to the mirror.

"If you sensed something was wrong, we wouldn't attend," he pointed out. He wouldn't risk your safety. He assured your father of that. "Should I tell Steve to play host while we skip it?"

"No, my love, because nothing is wrong," you assured him. You trusted his friends and the only gut feeling you sensed was that your evening would end happily. You looked forward to it.

"Then what's the matter?" he asked as he crossed the room and placed his hands on your hips. Though you couldn't see his reflection in the mirror, you imagined his blue eyes either darkened or glowed at the sight of you. Both stares always set the blood on fire in your veins. “Do you not like the dress? Should I rip it to shreds?”

“Don’t you dare,” you answered, narrowing your eyes when he chuckled. “I love this dress.”

“If you won’t let me tear this gown from your body, at least let me lift the skirt and bury myself in your pussy again,” he said, making you gasp when his cool lips brushed the shell of your ear. Your core throbbed at the idea, tempted to let him bend you over in front of the mirror as he took you apart. Once he turned you, you wouldn’t see your reflection ever again. “And if you love it, why have you stood here for the last two minutes, spinning and frowning at every angle?”

“As much as I’d love for you to ravage me, I don’t think we have time,” you said, gesturing to yourself. “And something’s missing. I can’t figure out what.”

Bucky hummed, gripping your chin to turn your head toward him. “I can get you off quickly," he said, which was true. "And you're missing an accessory. You need something around your throat.”

“Of course,” you smiled softly. Such a simple solution to a ridiculous problem. “What should I wear?"

He moved his hand to your neck before you could go to the armoire, making you moan when his fingers tightened. “I have something perfect in mind.”

“As much as I love this type of necklace,” you said, wetting your lips with your tongue. “I can’t go the whole meal with your hand around my throat.”

Bucky chuckled again, spinning you and pinning your back against the mirror with lightning speed. You trembled when his eyes began to glow, your blood rushing through your veins at the sight of his fangs. The mix of pain and pleasure whenever they pierced your skin brought you to a euphoric state. It was no wonder some begged to become a blood mistress or paramour.

You were lucky enough that you would belong to Bucky forever.

“And just because I can’t ravage you with my cock right this second doesn’t mean I can go through an entire meal without having a taste,” he whispered, pushing the skirt up so his cold hand could slide up your inner thigh. No tights and no underwear so he could have access to what belonged to him. His rule for the evening. “I need your blood and your cunt so I can behave myself."

“You better satisfy your craving then,” you whispered, knowing he’d want more before the sun came up. "And we'll see how well you actually behave."

Vampires had no shame when it came to sex or anyone who witnessed it.

Your wet, warm folds welcomed the cool feel of Bucky's expert touch. Before you could grip his arms, he pinned your hands above your head. His strength turned you on more, which you didn’t know was possible. You were almost in a constant state of arousal around him. “You'll beg for my cock long before you finish dinner,” he whispered against your lips, teasing your entrance as he kissed down the pulse in your neck. “Don't fucking move."

“Yes, sir,” you breathed, closing your eyes to brace yourself for what was coming.

Which would be you coming all over his fingers.

“Mine,” he growled, drawing a cry from you as he sank his fangs into your soft skin and slid two fingers inside your wet walls. You did your best to keep still as he slowly thrust and moaned against your neck. A submissive position he put you in to assert his power, yet you didn't feel weak. Even as he took your life essence and pleasure as his own he empowered you.

Because in return, you’d get every part of James Buchanan Barnes.

“Please, Bucky,” you begged when his thumb toyed with your clit. You wanted to grind your hips down, but he told you to stay still. If you had more time, you would've pushed to see what kind of punishment he'd dish out. But you knew he wanted to get you off quickly, like he said he could. "Please."

“So needy, darling. One of the things I love about you,” he said when he stopped drinking, blood running from your neck down your collarbone and chest as his fingers curled. He pulled back so you could see the red fluid around his lips. The feral look in his eyes as he licked them clean, your head spinning as you teetered on the edge. “Come for me.”

Your body seized up as you gushed around his fingers, your moan of ecstasy lost as he covered your mouth with his. You tasted your blood on his tongue as helped you ride out your orgasm. Days from now you would know the taste of him. Pleasure, eternity, love.

Your new life.

It took a moment for you to realize you were no longer against the mirror as you recovered. Bucky moved you to the bed to rest for a moment and catch your breath. the pinpricks in your neck closed and your dress straightened out. “Thank you for letting me have a taste,” he said, sucking his fingers into his mouth. “Didn’t think anything could make your blood sweeter, but your pussy does the trick.”

“Best combination,” you smiled.

“My favorite,” he agreed, helping you stand once your head stopped spinning. Lust still lingered in his gaze, but you couldn't ignore the concern that shone through. "Are you okay? I didn't take too much?"

"I'm okay," you assured him. He never wanted to lose control and take more than what he needed. No matter what, you were his number one priority. "And you won't have to worry once I you turn me."

"I'll still worry," he whispered. Loving you meant having something to lose. It also meant he had something worth living for. "One more thing before we go."

You smiled when he held up an onyx pendant surrounded by diamonds, like he pulled it out of thin air. Perfect to go with your dress. "It's beautiful," you said, allowing him to put it around your neck. "How did you manage to hide that from me?"

His fingers traced the delicate, gold chain as he smiled. "Because you aren't psychic, but you get feelings. Which is probably why you felt off when you looked in the mirror. You were waiting for me to give you this."

"It's like you know my gifts better than I do," you smiled, touching the pendant before you noticed there was still blood on your neck. "I should clean myself up."

"No," he said firmly, pulling you to his chest. You suspected his heart would race only for you if it could still beat. "You'll wear my mark with the necklace I gave you and your blood on your skin. You're going to be my wife and my mate. I want everyone to see that you belong to me and that there's no shame in my want for you."

You'd wear every brand and claim of his with pride.

"This won't show them that?" you asked, holding up your hand with your engagement ring.

"Vampires don't look at hands," he said, taking yours and kissing it. "They look at throats. And anyone who sees yours will know you're mine."

And I will be until the end of time.

"And when you turn me?" you asked, brushing your hand along his cheek. "Will I get to leave my mark on you and show everyone you're mine, too?"

"You can make an entire path of bites around my throat if that's what you desire," he offered, his icy hand covering yours. "I'll wear them proudly."

Bucky loved with his entire being. Not only were you strong and willing enough to accept it, you'd give him the same love in return. You would always be in each other's care.

My eternal partner.

"I might take you up on that," you smiled, feeling how hard he was through the fabric of his pants. Tempted to drop to your knees and return the favor, you asked, "Do we have time for me to take care of you?"

"We're already running late," he said, giving you a gentle kiss. "But maybe you can keep my cock warm at the table. No one will mind."

"I thought you were going to behave at dinner if you had a taste," you said, your walls clenching with the need to surround him, like he hadn't brought you to orgasm moments before.

"I will behave," he said innocently, but his eyes flashed as he showed his fangs again. "But we'll see how long you last before you try to ride me in front of everyone."

"Well, you did say I'd beg for your cock before I finished dinner."

And you suspected his hand, the necklace, and your blood would be the only things you wore around your neck once he took you to bed for the night.

Who wouldn't want an eternity with Bucky? Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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[angel-anachronism]

Hello! Idk if you’re requests are open but if they are would you be able to write Jane doe/penny lamb x gn or transmasc reader?? Kinda like before the accident reader and Jane hang out in the bus together then do their own things around the fair like wining eachother gifts or going on couple/duo rides?

My requests are always open! Of course, I'll write that scenario. For all my Mischa lovers, I'm sorry for not feeding you any Mischa content, I promise after this request that I'll post more Mischa content soon!

Anyways, here's your order of Jane Doe/Penny lamb where she goes in the tunnel of love and wins gifts together with her boyfriend, (Y/N). (I'll make (Y/N) transmasc as the request suggested)

We're also almost at 100 followers, and I'm literally so happy. I started taking writing requests on this blog with 10 followers, and I'm already almost at 100! Idk how to thank you guys enough for this! Also, happy new year!

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Word count: 972 words

The tunnel of love (Jane Doe/ Penny Lamb x transmasc!reader)

(𝓨/𝓝)'𝓼 𝓟𝓞𝓥

Today was a very exciting day for me. You might wonder why, and the answer is really simple yet a little childish. Today I'm going to a fair together with my choir buddies and my girlfriend, Penny, from the request of Father Marcus.

I was trying to keep my excitement very hard, but it was still very obvious that I was enthusiastic about this event. Ever since I was younger, I've always been excited to go to Fairs, Carnivals, Circuses, you name it. I used to beg my parents to take me to them right before the grand opening. I mean, who wouldn't be excited to go to a special event, especially if you lived in a small town like I lived in.

"Hey, (Y/N)? What are you thinking about?" Asked my girlfriend, Penny. She was the first person that I came out to as being trans, and she made me feel the happiest when she gladly accepted me. I smiled at her, feeling joyous about the fair.

"I'm just really happy that we're going to the fair! Aren't you excited too?" I asked her.

She nodded, with a smile on her face. "Of course I am! Who wouldn't be when you can have fun together with your partner and friends?"

"Yeah! You're right!" I laughed as "Angeleyes" by ABBA was playing in the background. We all began singing, except for Penny. I looked at her confused, but she just smiled at me.

Once we arrived, I was in awe. Unlike the last years, the fair was bigger and looked like it was full of people of different ages and sizes.

"So kids, I'll let you all ride whichever rides you want. Be sure to come back here before 06:30 PM, when we have to go back to the school building!" Father Marcus said.

"Yes sir!" We all exclaimed at him as we went different ways. Father Marcus smiled at us, before going to a hotdog stand that was near the entrance. I took Penny's hand, and we began looking for something fun that we can do.

"So, what do you want to do first?" Asked Penny, as I took a map of the fair to look at the rides that we can ride. My eyes immediately landed on "The cyclone" ride, the gem of Uranium's fair. People even came from all over the world, just to ride "The Cyclone". I never went on it, but I and my friends made a plan that we'll go on it last.

"Hm...How about we first go to..." I looked to see what kind of ride or place we could go to. I looked to my right and saw a winning prize game with pokemon plushies. Eureka!

"How about we go to the pokemon prize game? I can get you a plush if you want!" I suggested. Penny smiled and nodded.

"Yeah, We can get matching plushies!" She giggled. I took her hand, and we walked to the pokemon prize game, which was a bust-a-balloon game. The man at the stand gave us 5 darts, and we had to aim at the balloons so that we can get a prize.

Penny used 2 darts, and I used 3 darts. She surprisingly popped 2, meanwhile, I also popped 2.

We were both given two matching Shaymin plushies, and we smiled at each other.

"What should we name them..." Asked Penny as we were walking to the cotton candy stand.

"How about...Hmm..." I began looking at the stands so that I can get an idea. My eyes landed on a popcorn stand and a nachos stand. "How about Nachos and Popcorn?" I laughed.

"Haha! That's a funny idea! Fine then, Nachos and Popcorn will be their names." Responded Penny, hugging Nachos.

"Ooh! Wanna go to the tunnel of love?" I wiggled my brows as a joke as I pointed at the tunnel of love ride.

"Actually, that sounds fun!" Giggled Penny. "Let's go!" She said as she took my hand and we ran to the tunnel of love.

Once we got there, we paid the two people at the stand, and we got in a boat. The place looked like those tunnels of love that you'd see in cartoons. The tunnel was heart-shaped, and there were statues of iconic couples from history, like Romeo and Juliette, Aphrodite and Ares, and many more. It made me giggle a little from how funny the decorations were. They were all pink and tacky, but it made the place have a personality.

The only thing that seemed off was the "Keep your hands inside the boat" that was very big and bold. Ok then, Mr. Obvious, I'll keep my hands inside the boat.

"This was a bad idea-WOAH!" I yelled as the ride began working. At first, the tunnel looked dark, but there were animatronics there to bring the mood, but which made it actually look more hilarious than romantic.

After what seemed like an eternity, we finally exited the ride. Instead of kissing or anything, we both were laughing at the decorations there.

"Thank you (Y/N)! I wouldn't have had a fun time if it wasn't for you!" Said Penny as she gave me a small peck on the lips. I blushed a little, and she began giggling.

"Oh, it's almost time when we need to go on the Cyclone like we promised to the rest of the group!" I panicked as I took my flip phone out and looked at the time. "Tag, you're it!" Laughed Penny.

"Hey!" I began laughing as I began chasing her. This day surely was the best one yet, even if we're just getting to the best part.

𝑅𝑒𝒷𝓁𝑜𝑔 >> 𝐿𝒾𝓀𝑒 (𝒩𝑜𝓉 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝒸𝒾𝓃𝑔, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝐼 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝓃𝑒𝑒𝒹 𝓂𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓈𝓉𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇𝓈)

[sinners-go-to-drink-the-wine]

I won’t lie, I think the excessive negativity surrounding this tour is already excruciating. The incessant complaining??? Like can we please be excited for something without having to make other people anxious or theorize crazy bullshit??!😭😭 Like wdym there aren’t enough tour dates?? What do you mean this was bad timing??? When do you think is the right time??! And people intending to start go fund me’s for this tour??? Get a fucking grip

I think stress around these things is inevitable to some extent. Especially given poor fan behavior we've witnessed in the past for this band, and ticket scalper price gauging concerns. Yes, we should all also be happy that we're at least gonna get tour content, and get to freak out together over new outfits, and stage shenanigans.

There aren't any dates close to me, I've been lucky enough to have one in-state date for each of the last two tours, and I know for people outside the US it's even more sparse. Personally I'm hoping for additional dates for accessibility for everyone. Not everyone can handle large venues, or afford transportation and a hotel stay on top of ticket prices.

I haven't seen any serious complaints over timing (any announcement time is gonna be good for some and unideal for others) & I haven't seen the person talking about starting a gofundme, but that's certainly ridiculous if so.