#fucking with anons for fun and profit

[all-that-jazz-93]

It's okay if you want a car. Given that you like that Carter' character, it really shouldn't be a surprise that you're here making stupid decisions🥰

Now this is some quality anon hate. The passive-aggressive emoji really ties it all together. It feels like the equivalent of the phrase "peace and love on planet earth." 10/10. Fantastic work.

[definitelynotshouting]

Glad you like the art! It was between hungerAU and watermelon scene… I just really didn’t want to draw more hands and food lol

I’ll admit to being the eggshell anon from some time ago. No, not a bird. Yes, I was absolutely shitting around- I don’t even enjoy eggs by themselves XD

I love the art king holy shit its gorgeous, im so obsessed with how much emotion you conveyed with the curve of his back, im SO,,, [insert floorbang emoji here] this shit has me eating CONCRETE i am gently chewing on your art style its so lovely

ALSO HELLO THE MYSTERY IS SOLVED..... i was legit so torn between "there is NO WAY this can be real" and "OKAY BUT IF IT IS. I GOTTA KNOW MORE" WKDNWNDNJWNSNS 😂😂😂😂😂 that was truly such an insane-feeling night i loved every minute of it

[saintsenara]

Hello! I don´t know if you still sharing your opinions about ships? But if you are, i would love to hear your thoughts on Ludo Bagman/Augustus Rookwood, Amelia Bones/Emmeline Vance, Igor Karkaroff/Augustus Rookwood, and Rodolphus /Bellatrix/Voldemort.

thank you very much for the ask, anon! and i will never log off from doing these.

ludo bagman/augustus rookwood

i fully back this.

i'm on the record that i think bagman was a genuine death eater sympathiser, but that he was not a marked member of voldemort's inner circle - rather, that he was a low-level informant rookwood convinced to nab state secrets from filing cabinets by promising to give him "a job" afterwards.

in canon, the people who hear bagman explain this at his trial all assume he means "job" in the gainful employment sense.

skill issue. those of us who have reached a higher level of understanding know that he meant "job" in the... other sense.

amelia bones/emmeline vance

yes, absolutely - but only if they're both older women, since i've never vibed with the idea of everyone who was involved with the order/the ministry during the first war being the same age as the marauders.

instead, i am hooked on the exquisitely tragic potential of the two having come together during the first war as women who were already middle-aged - seeking comfort from both the unrelenting horror of what they were living through and from having to present bulletproof, hard-nosed masks to the world in order to survive in what is very clearly a man's world - and then thinking, after 1981, that it might be possible for them to be happy now that voldemort was guaranteed to not be coming back...

which is then derailed by amelia taking the ministry line during the order of the phoenix timeline, and not being able to face the idea that the dark lord might have returned. leading to a messy break-up when emmeline rejoins the reformed order.

and then the potential of reconciliation, after fudge is forced to acknowledge that dumbledore was telling the truth and amelia reaches out to her love to eat humble pie.

they were planning to meet up for lunch - and each was secretly hoping it would turn into more than that - later that week.

nobody told lord voldemort that him deciding to have them both murdered would rather interfere with those plans...

igor karkaroff/augustus rookwood

canon.

the list of death eaters which karkaroff gives in his attempt to be released from azkaban is sufficiently disorganised [he doesn't seem to target specific lines of voldemort's operation, for example - rookwood is the only ministry-based informant he names] that he's evidently just airing personal grievances for fun and profit.

rookwood gets dragged into it, then, because he persuaded karkaroff to break up with his boyfriend of six years, nailed him once, and then ghosted him.

bellatrix lestrange/rodolphus lestrange/lord voldemort

also canon, but only if the configuration of the triad is that only bellatrix and voldemort fuck.

rodolphus is an aroace icon, living his best life in a queerplatonic throuple. he has this specific vibe:

[dreamlanders]

i think you are blurring the lines between symbolism and propaganda .. toontown cogs r metaphorical characters who laugh at and imitate the capitalistic dull buisness man type imagery.. if anything, toontown is anti capitalist propaganda for how the cogs are villainized throughout the game for their actions . besides, its a little disrespectful to compare real life colonization to a video game like toontown.. i definetly dont think people who enjoy making content abt cogs or anything deserve that kind of slack

lmao ok so heres the thing

im korean right, and as all koreans do, i have MANY family members who have experienced imperialist oppression under both the japanese and the united states’ neoimperialist project. i know a lot of americans or non-asians in general dont really get taught about this, so im gonna summarize this quickly because im not getting into the absolute horror of it all on my goddamn toontown blog

japan annexes korea in 1910 and violently exploits korean land and labor for 35 years, and along the way they attempt to systematically destroy korean culture, language, and history, down to banning the korean language outright and slaughtering native dogs. as is often the case with the imperialist narrative they adopt a false pretense of “modernizing” the “backwards” koreans. anyway they lose ww2 and we all know how that goes, so south korea is under new management from the united states, who installs or backs a long string of authoritarian dictators who wipe out hundreds of villages in jeju island and shoot protestors post korean war. again, a very rough summary

where im going with this is that with my family history in mind (because all of my grandparents lived through the japanese occupation and korean war and have the stories to prove it), i approach a lot of media asking questions about imperialism and exploitation. yeah including the kids mmo, because theres plenty of things that coincide with these in, admittedly, toned down ways (its a kids game)

clash cogs’ motivation is, as far as im aware, to use toontown’s resources for profit by means of fuel. this reminded me of the way korea suffered under japanese occupation, during which koreans were kidnapped by the government and used as unpaid labor for mining and for manufacturing by companies like mitsubishi, on top of the agricultural exploitation and the theft of korean natural resources for both japanese demand and profit

the rewritten cogs have a slightly different motivation, with the same endgoal. by trying to “convert” toons to coggish practices and trying to get them to stop being toony, its an act of cultural destruction. being toony is part of toon culture, using jellybeans for money and hosting parties and doing slapstick comedy are all important parts of toon culture. the chairman is trying to destroy this. this is what sticks out to me the most, because the colonizing bastards tried to beat the culture out of koreans as a whole, and this is whats always been emphasized in the family stories. you think my grandparents know japanese for the fun of it? no, because they were quite literally forbidden from participating in their own cultural practices because someone thought that their culture was superior to ours.

its disrespectful to compare the lived experiences of my fucking flesh and blood to media i consume? disrespectful to who, anon? to fucking who?

anyway i never said toontown was pro capitalist propaganda what the actual fuck. first off symbolism is often present in propagandistic media pieces, but also more to the point, since i would not call toontown propaganda: no shit theyre representative of capitalists, but the problem with capitalism is that it allows for a system of violent colonialism, exploitation, and displacement in the name of profit, and its natural for this to be evident in media focusing on capitalism. and i said this last time, but i dont have a single goddamn problem with people who like the cogs, but 1. im just a little frustrated 2. yall gotta stop making them the good guys and unironically hoping the chairman wins.

donate $100 to palestinian relief efforts or buy the equivalent amount in esim cards for gazans and post the receipt on your public blog if you want to have me answer any more of these kinds of asks. this aint a discourse blog put up or shut up

[konigsblog]

Can I get a mother fuggin uhhhhh cucking graves with any of the 141 for fun and profit? Thx xoxo

anon graves would defo want to see you get fucked by someone else, humiliating you and shaming you, maybe he'd praise you or maybe he'd degrade you :((((;

johnny whispering against your neck, graves sat in his chair on the edge of his seat watching as the scottish male grinded and eased his cock into your soaked cunt, raw and used from constant fucking between you and graves - desperate to stretch you to fit his cock, molding you so whoever fucked you after had a reminder of who you really belonged too.

graves cock twitched between his hands, johnny pushing your body up towards graves, his cock still stuffing you full, seeping out the sides of your cunnys lips and clenching around him. thicker fingers pinched your nipples, a wave of pleasure washed over you as you whined out, you hands bound in a fist behind your back.

“such a good girl...” his southern accent was low, and his charm wes encouraging; body shaking as each thrust knocking you forward, kissing philip deeply whilst his hands grasped at your hair, a fistful of hair pushing your lips deeper against his. other hand fisting his wet and chubby cock, balls begging to he inside your cunny. :((

[coldresolve]

Holy shit I was the anon who asked about what torture apologia was and I just realized this little post you made right here

https://www.tumblr.com/coldresolve/741020723021250560/fun-facts-about-the-torture-in-moneymakers-while

Not only explains why the torturers are doing torture (sadistic gratification and profit I believe you said), but basically takes every part of your answer to my ask and almost gives it a “for example” moment, and shows an example that is applied to your story. Which is SO freakin helpful. Having a definition is one thing, but having an actual example just makes it so much easier to understand.

(And I know it wasn’t your intention because my ask came way after you made the post, but regardless it really cleared like everything up for me (Unless you can see into the future and knew I would send the ask). So thanks!)

Also I’m worried by asking about torture apologia I may have unintentionally encouraged people to bombard you with questions…sorry about that, if that’s the case.

i dont know which anon you sent lmao theres been so many. but i appreciate if i was able to help out. and even if you did open the floodgates, honestly i dont mind. this is something i do genuinely care about and i don't mind talking to people about it

the funny thing about that post is i realized a couple more things after posting it, which i knew beforehand but didn't consciously include - but i still somehow managed to, idk, intuitively feel it out over the course of plotting? like how the use of torture fucks up renee, and along with davin being a slimy bastard, it in turn fucks up whatever working relationship existed between the two. it's pretty accurate to how the use of torture tends to mess with the structure of organizations in general, which is probably where i pulled that particular idea from. and its not a point i intended to have in there per se, but hey the shoe fits

[thatscarletflycatcher]

The only thing Greta got right in the Little Women press was that Laurie and Amy have great rapport in the book, and they do want to fuck!

It's here in case you'd ask.

Ay, anon, you made me go read that and got me riled up all over again XD

In this case, I honestly apply the "broken clock right twice a day" XD because I have grown to think that she's just... incompetent. Going from Frances Ha to Ladybird to Little Women, there's such a sameness in the ideas and themes and a lack of growth in her storytelling that hmmm....

And in the case of Amy, and Amy and Laurie in LW in particular, I'm always confused when people say that this movie makes them more justice than any other adaptation before, because I just... can't see it.

The movie defines Amy as a character, in the way it develops her character, so to speak, by her Jo envy and her helpless lifelong infatuation with Laurie. There's a little dedicated to Amy's art (I do particularly like the translation of genius-not genius to realism-impressionism, and I appreciate that her first scene is her with her art), but compared with how Jo's art is portrayed in the movie, it's not enough. And it's not enough because Jo's relationship with her writing in the book is utilitarian for the most part: she writes on one hand to explore the fantastic from the safety of her pen, and on the other... because it brings money and money buys necessities and niceties for the ones she loves. Even when she says she wants to do something splendid, that something splendid isn't defined as writing a literary masterpiece.

But Amy's drive to become a famous painter is something she is set on and longs for with great intensity since she's a child. She doesn't make art because it's cathartic or profitable, but because it is a passion to her. The realization that she's not a genius is a heavy disappointment, comparable to Laurie's disappointment in Jo's refusal and the mediocrity of his own musical talent.

Gerwig gives Amy, in the moment of the most raw emotional revelation, the line I have been second to Jo my whole life. And that to me is such a betrayal of the essence of her character. Amy does not want to be Jo, never wanted to be her. Even her special relationship in childhood was with Meg. To be elegant and pretty and move in society are things she always liked and wanted and worked for. The line itself colors the whole of Jo and Amy's relationship in the movie, and it does little to dispel the notion that Amy is just getting Jo's leftovers, while attempting to make her an object of sympathy, because she wanted to be fabulous Jo and couldn't, so now we as an audience can be comfortable forgiving her for performing conventional femininity.

Is this really more accepting of Amy and her desires than adaptations that just... don't give Amy Jo-envy?

At the same time, the movie fails to show a single shred of Jo growing to admire Amy's good qualities as they age. If anything, Jo's resentment towards Amy grows. The movie puts the I get all the work and Amy gets all the fun line, not when Jo learns she's not going to Europe and is having a battle with her own feelings over that disappointment, but when she's coming home to take care of Beth. It not only makes Beth (and by extension, chronically ill people) as a burden on their healthy family members that bothers them and would be better off dead already, but it also makes of Jo a cold bitch that will tell out loud to her mom and sister that she'd rather be in New York or Europe than by the bedside of her dying favorite sister. By the end of the movie the script explicitly says that Jo wants to slap Amy when she meets her again after her return.

So, I wonder... is this better development for their relationship than Jo being visibly happy of seeing again the sister she had not seen in years now, like in 1994, or having a quiet moment after Fritz Bhaer arrives where they talk and Amy tells Jo how much everybody loves Fritz and how happy she is for her, like in 2017?

Then there's the Laurie affair. The movie completely fails Laurie's character in two ways: book!Laurie is a very charming, emotionally intense man. Timothee Chalamet is the embodiment of every languid, annoying rich Edgar Allan Poe protagonist. Laurie should be the kind of person that does a lot of stupid things, but he's so charming and lighthearted and emotionally honest that you cannot help but like him. This personality aspect informs the way in which both Jo and Amy see Laurie: Jo sees a rascally son, Amy sees the spontaneity and vitality that she lacks herself.

How is this any better than Christian Bale, who at least is cheerful, and Jonah Hauer King, who at least attempts the inner turmoil of the character?

The second way in which the movie fails Laurie is in failing to give him any growth. Putting aside Greta's hilariously wrong idea that Laurie's proposal to Jo is his attempt at becoming an adult (completely unsupported by the text), once he has that discussion with Amy, he drops off the face of the earth, to reappear at the end and kiss Amy. This creates a chain reaction that transforms Amy into a passive victim of love.

Consider this:

Amy's crush on Laurie in her childhood is painfully and embarrassingly obvious and made known to Laurie through her insistence in her having pretty feet (seriously, why, why, why). She tells him about her pretty feet, makes the mold of her foot for him (instead of, you know, as part of her hard work to develop her art, as it is in the book)... it's impossible that he didn't notice, but he acts like he didn't. We do not get a single scene where they interact one on one in the past, or in which they have easy friendship.

So... how is this better than, say, the way 94 shows Amy's interest in Laurie by watching him from the stairs where she cannot be seen by him, or her telling him about her fear of death?

Speaking of which, let me make an aside here about the "I will kiss you before you die" bit that people seem to hate so much based on some outrage about a 17 year old guy saying that to a 12 year old girl: it serves more than one narrative function, very economically: it establishes that Amy cares for Laurie and trusts him, it shows us that Laurie likes Amy and indulges her, and more importantly, it's set up that is paid off in Europe. There Laurie tries to kiss her as he reminds her of the promise he made to her... and she refuses his kiss, because she has changed and he has changed and their dynamic is completely changed. And he's also taking something he said once as a comfort move, and turns it into something that allows him to do what he wants. And Amy will have none of that, because her sense of self and what she deserves as a person has grown: I do not wish to be courted by a man who is still in love with my sister.

And what about 2017? 2017 gives us a full sequence of Laurie and Amy during her time at Plumfield, including the Amy's Last Will and Testament plot.

Is that not better than 2019's first part dynamic?

But what about their Europe dynamic?

In the book Laurie runs towards Amy when he sees her driving her own carriage around. In the movie, Amy runs after Laurie once she sees him, as she's riding by the side of aunt March who is pestering her, because she has always loved him.

Invited to the Christmas Ball, he not only stands Amy up, but arrives drunk, with other women, and publicly humiliates her and Fred Vaughn. He never even apologizes for this, and Amy does not demand an apology from him. In the book he comes in time to pick her up, and because he makes one comment in which he implies he still sees her as a child, she fills her card with other dance partners and "punishes" him by showing him she can do without him. And so he starts to learn to see and treat her as an adult.

Then the movie gives us the studio scene, where two things about this relationship happen: one, we get the choice-fate in love conversation that ends with Amy's long speech about marriage, to which Laurie doesn't answer anything either in acknowledgement or response, and then he tells her she's beautiful once and all is forgiven and forgotten. How cheaply is Amy bought off, eh. Even a modern romcom would have the heroine slap the shit out of the leading man's face if his attempt at anything close to an apology was just telling her that she's beautiful.

So then we have the Valrosa scene that has it's okay parts, although it contains the awful second to Jo line, and then... Laurie asking Amy not to marry Fred Vaughn, coyly implying that he wants to marry her himself. Putting aside the fact that, for a movie that apparently means to give Amy her own stature and independence, it cannot stop making Amy and Laurie scenes about Jo one way or another, by simply having those two additions, the scene is made worse than the 1994 one and it's also awful I always knew I'd marry into the March family line.

And that's because even that version, while inventing the "Laurie asks Amy not to marry Fred" that 2019 takes from it, understands that this has to happen A) later B) in the context of Laurie asking for a chance to prove his worth. He writes Amy a note telling her he loves her, that he's going back to his grandfather and that he's going to try and prove himself, and he asks her for the time to do so before she makes a decision: don't do anything we might regret. But 2019 Laurie not only asks it out of the blue, but does it without an express declaration of love, without apology, and without any offer of changing his life. Granted, book Laurie doesn't ask for anything, he goes and tries to prove himself because he's half inspired by her resilience, half nettled by her criticism, so both movies fail there, but to me 1994 clearly does it better. The bar is low.

(2017 completely foregoes having any of this by erasing Fred Vaughn and changing Laurie spiraling to "Laurie is sad", so it's difficult to compare in terms of choices).

People do love Amy telling Laurie that he's mean in 2019, but this is completely cheapened by the fact that she then goes and breaks up with Fred, and when Laurie comes back after Beth's death (again, we don't even know where he was or what was he doing), she very meekly tells him what she did and that she doesn't expect anything from him... and I'm sitting there in the cinema and saying... where's my Amy March? Who is this shy woman, perpetually in love with an asshole that cannot acknowledge her when she's young, who does not apologize for his wrongs, that does not change his ways, that doesn't even have the courage to tell her he loves her while asking her to cut ties with the man who actually put in the work to court her and who risks a lot by marrying a penniless American girl? Why is she the one that sounds apologetic here?

How is this any better than Laurie receiving a letter from Jo telling him of Beth's death and asking him to come home, and his immediately leaving London to... go to Amy, because that's the first person he thinks about? Where all Amy tells him is "Oh, Laurie, I knew you would come" because she knew that he loved her?

As a sidenote, I still think that the way 1994 includes Amy's pinching her nose with a clothespin as a child is set up for the visual representation that Laurie notices her and knows what her insecurities are and loves her whole, specially in those things, so he touches and kisses her nose first in that final meeting after Beth's death, which is different from the way he bopped her nose when he first met her in Europe? Now that's attention to detail and visual storytelling and not... scarves of different colors, sorry Jacqueline Durran.

And then there's Amy in 2019 being sort of ashamed and scared of Jo when she meets her again at her return, as if she had something to be ashamed of.

Again, how is this any better than Amy being happy to see her sister and happy to see her happy?

Then, there's their married dynamic, which I thought was fine, it was fine in 2019, despite my gripe with Laurie telling Jo Amy calls him "my lord" and omitting he calls her "my lady", and the fact that half of it is meant as mockery of the Jo/Fritz ending of the novel.

I digressed hard, anon, sorry, but I have been meaning to write this down for a while now, and you gave me an opportunity.

[crippled-peeper]

I don't think people.take seriously how many "gym bros" and fad dieters have serious eating disorders and just pass it off as normal, eating raw food is seriously fucking dangerous, eating dangerous food, dangerous diets, dangerous eating habits, are ALL signs of an eating disorders, and then combining that with a poor self esteem or an extreme desire to be masculine with a society that forces that? It's not just a diet choice, it's dangerous and people are profiting off of it and it's seriously fucked up, it's not a judgement (@other anon), these young guys who have EDs deserve so much better than being preyed upon by millionaires and billionaires

Its worrying! I honestly hate when people (usually on Twitter) make fun of these men/tell them “go die of salmonella LOL!!!” like… can y’all not see that these men have the same/similar mental health issues that you do? Do you not see risk-taking behavior as a red flag? Or do men with eating disorders just get different rules and aren’t worth discussing or mentioning?

mental health issues have gotten so much worse for working class people in the last few years. this includes the icky straight cis men at the gym who are literally killing themselves & destroying their bodies to feel worthy enough to exist

It costs 0$ to not berate, mock and insult people who are already hurting themselves

[all-that-jazz-93]

lmao car cuck

Here you go anon, this oughta be what you're looking for

[jerzwriter]

PSA...

I have struggled with if I should share this or not. I changed my mind many times over the past 16 hours, but it will likely eat at me if I don't... and I want to get out of this headspace. Then, I want to go back to doing what I came here for. Because right now, I'm so disgusted. I truly want no part of this shit ever again.

Like most of you, I am here for a love of a story and characters and because I found joy in reading/writing and sharing with you. As time went on, I stayed because of a community found. We have some of the loveliest, kindest souls in this fandom. I've always said 1% of the fandom caused 99% percent of the problems.

Consider these lessons learned. Mistakes made. Things I've witnessed. Things I've had done to me, and some that I've done. Ramblings... a wish list I never expect to be realized. I do think you can enjoy your time here; because 90% of the time, I do. But to do so, you have had to tune out the noise, check your ego, use mirrors, and focus on the few people that make your time here magical. People who remember why we came here to begin with. For those people, I'm so grateful. You're half the reason I'm still here.

Anon hate is best deleted.

I'm going to share an interesting link later; not shocking...but shocking. It's best deleted. It took me a long time to learn that, but that's what I do now. It's what I did last night. But I have to ask... does everyone who sends nasty, hateful shit anonymously end with, "And people wonder why the fandom is dying?" YEAH! Because of YOU! lol Self-awareness is a good thing. It boggles my mind how people do horrible things (and sending anon hate is always a horrible thing) and somehow feel they're righteous. Babes, if you think you were treated unjustly, speak with your full face and let your voice be heard. Sorry, anon hate is ALWAYS childish, pathetic, and wrong.

Fandom Divison.

I think it is SO FUCKED UP. And the fact that the majority of us are grown-ass adults makes it 10 times worse, but after nearly 2 years here, I can say it's new, and I don't see it changing. I used to want to help fix it, but I no longer think it's worth the effort, and trying can honestly even make things worse. Too many are in love with the chaos. Too many people hate too many others for the most ridiculous reasons, it's not going to stop.

I'm well aware when I start an event, a good number of people won't participate solely because it's me running it. Hell, many people here won't share their bestie's profile if they're highlighted on a side blog Kathy & I run because Kathy & I run it. That's not a poor me moment, not only because I don't care but because I know I'm not alone. As wrong as it is, everyone deals with it.

I want you to read this because it's important:

I do not know one person on this hellsite that has started a fandom event that has NOT gotten at least some hate for it.

Read that again, just for trying to do something nice. It takes a thick skin to "survive," it shouldn't be this way in a place we come to have fun, but sadly, it does.

Some advice:

Everyone - and I mean everyone - me included... we're not mindreaders. If you are, stop wasting your time here and go profit off that shit. That anon you got? You are SO SURE you know who it is? You don't. I mean, you might be right... but with the way people play games here? There is a good chance you don't. I've done this shit myself. When I'm wrong, I say it, and I learn from it. And this is a lesson learned. Unless you're tracking that IP, baby, you don't know. And if you do start tracking IPs, fasten up... you're going to be in for some shocks... and not the good kind.

STOP the hypocrisy. You don't get to have a minor meltdown and put someone on the do not engage/enemy for life list because their cousin in a fandom 3 times removed is using a FC that you used once in 2017... and their cousin has no clue... then a month later defend your BFF when they do the same thing. If you slam someone because their MC got a cat, because your MC got a cat first (and clearly, you're the ONLY one in the fandom whose MC can have a cat <- sarcasm) don't get pissed when someone thinks you had your MC get married at Christmas just because they did it first. Maybe, in addition to stopping the hypocrisy, we should start giving others the benefit of the doubt? If we expect it, then maybe we should give it, too. Again, this applies to all... even me... so stop playing the fandom's favorite game of "I know who she's talking about." Trust. You don't.

Stop worrying about other people's HCs. None of our characters are real, but the people behind them are. Don't like their ideas? You don't have to. The world doesn't exist to please any of us. Please learn what fandom is. We're here to make canon our own. Don't like it? Don't read it. Don't like someone? Don't interact with them. But don't send them hate. Don't tell others they can't befriend them. Just ... be an adult.

If you want to read someone, read them. Want to reblog? Do it. Afraid someone will be pissed about it? Fuck them, and you really may want to consider if you want them in your orbit if they are putting this pressure on you. For the record, I will never give a shit about who anyone reads or doesn't read... this wasn't a life lesson... this is one I've always known, and can't believe we're so petty about here.

Lose the goddamn victim complexes... and to those who are dealing with people with victim complexes... watch closely. That shit's not normal. And don't waste your precious time trying to convince people of who you are. Be genuine. Be direct (god, we need more of that here), and be yourself. Everyone won't like you, and that's ok because the ones who should be around you will.

I wrote this to get it off my chest. I'll probably delete it later. I don't want comments. I set it so it can't be reblogged. If people want to share it... TRUST this fandom knows how to screenshot VERY well. I'll make them work for it.

I'm just so sick and fucking tired of the nonsense here... aren't you?

[shishikusas]

what’s ur thoughts on the recent happenings with masa? im kinda torn on it myself tbh

hello anon, i'm glad u asked bc i felt like it would be awkward to bring up unprompted

i have a lot of complicated feelings, but most of all i am really concerned for masa's well-being, bc he posted some kind of disturbing vent art before completely vanishing and its been over a week and there has been no activity at all from his account and idk. i just have a bad feeling he has hurt himself..

this isn't me DEFENDING him though, i feel like i should make that very clear if anyone's been on twitter, you've probably seen the thread that was made basically listing all the things masa's done that are bad and i agree with some parts, but others i really don't get

for example: masa's drawn weird stuff involving kids! nothing that could be classified as CP, but still weird nonetheless, and i don't like it at all! this is including adult patch, which i wish i could forget the existence of bc i legit never looked at the lyrics until very recently. it's also important to mention that he hasn't drawn anything like that (to my knowledge) since 2013... almost 10 years ago. so i don't think he's about that anymore, but it's still something that definitely happened

there's also many people parroting the idea that masa doxxed a minor, which is FALSE. he never did anything of the sort. what DID happen was masa brought attention to a person illegally streaming the spider and the kitsune-like lion, and tried to ask him to take it down to no avail. people then sent him personal information on the guy (via DMs) and he essentially was going to use it to take legal action. it may seem harsh, but this person's reupload had almost a million plays on spotify and was actively profiting off of a song that a) masa owns and b) masa wants gone from the internet more than any song he's ever made. eventually, masa apologized on twitter, saying that his fans were never supposed to see this and that it wasn't supposed to go down this way. he deleted all the tweets relating to the spotify guy too.

theres a bunch of other stuff i could get into but it would make this post WAY TOO LONG!! so i'm not unless someone asks abt something specific

one last thing: the reactions i've seen from some 'fans' after his meltdown (idk what else to call it) are fucking disgusting. i've seen ppl say that he's overreacting, that its just bait, or just actively making fun of him for it without a shred of empathy. he very clearly has something going on mentally and we have no idea what his personal life is like, so it's just cruel to act like that. people like that have no conscience and i don't respect them at all

more than anything, i believe in giving people second chances and if/when masa comes back, i am willing to continue being a fan as long as he doesn't pretend like nothing happened. still, i'm really concerned that he won't come back :((

[aemiron-main]

AI is a morally neutral tool. It is not good or evil. So no, I won’t “put the AI” down. I enjoy having fun with the character ai stuff, so I will continue having fun with it.

Fuck off. No it’s not. It’s not morally neutral when it’s directly ripping from artists and writers’ work without their consent & then people are taking that and profiting off of it & replacing artists and writers in certain areas. Get fucked, anon. Might as well just come out and say that you don’t have a single creative or original bone in your body.

[ballsbalb]

Babe it’s not a difficult concept? Betting on your own matches when you’re playing in them a can influence the outcome is dumb af and of course is not allowed? what don’t you get? If he wants to gamble there’s plenty other sports that exist and aren’t banned for him. God yous lot are thick on here sometimes getting in such a tizzy over basic shit. It’s not just footy this sorta thing exists in it’s in all industries, using inside knowledge and influence to make financial gain ILLEGAL in most industries across the world. Get a bloody grip and at least get a basic understanding before you whinge your fucking nonsense out loud eh. Christ 😂

i have never seen someone run face first into the entire point and still miss it somehow

never said they should be allowed to bet on their own games

my argument is that there should be no betting sponsors in sports, and there should be much stricter regulation around the betting industry because these companies and in turn the teams and FAs encourage that behavior, and betting is an industry that profits on addiction and is extremely fucked-up in general, and that it isn’t individuals’ problems that result in people like toney and tonali and others betting on their own games, but a systemic issue where everyone promotes gambling like some sort of fun thing whilst people are literally being killed, threatened, sent death threats, abuse, etc. and have been for years over gambling.

i’ve gotten some stupid anons, but jesus christ did you even bother to read the post? or do you just go around spouting off and calling people thick while having zero grasp on reality 😭

god you’re fucking stupid 💀💀💀

[authormars]

"Vaguely insulting" anon here. You are judging people for drinking and smoking because the way you write about them is nothing but condescending and infantilizing.

All the writing you do about those things is judgmental. The only thing you did in that writing was press the idea that the decision to smoke or drink is anyone's choice but your own, even as a grown adult, and that everyone around you gets the choice to try and force you not to regardless of your own free will.

Also, it's shitty of you to assume that Asmo would give someone drugs without knowing if it'd harm them.

And super fucking weird to say that Mammon would be a drug dealer, considering that he's one of the only black characters.

-🚬

I'm addressing the Mammon comment first, as it's the one that stuck out to me. I want to make it clear I didn't say that because he's black. I did it because Mammon will do anything and sell anything for money. He's the Avatar of Greed. If he sees a profit in something, he's going to use it for profit.

To the Asmo comment, my response is simply that I worded the original post badly. I was saying that Asmo wouldn't think of "Are these demon drugs or human world drugs?" He would simply offer you them. You can obviously refuse, he just wants to have fun with you and he's offering you something he enjoys, so maybe you'll enjoy it.

And to the first comment, I answered this in the first response to you. You can smoke and drink and use drugs. I am not here to judge you or control what you are doing. But the brothers love you and want to keep you safe, so if they view something you're doing as harmful, they are going to make sure you know it's harmful and try to help you. But at the end of the day, it's your decision to do what you'd like.

If you have any further comments, feel free to send me an ask. I will always answer, unless it's simply insulting me. I hope I cleared some things up for you :)

[dragonmuse]

In Wake Myself in the Shadows, given how open/kinky Charlie and Izzy are, could you see Lucius still getting involved? Maybe if he met them before/instead of Stede? (Or if he was feeling VERY petty one day…)

(Another anon asked for Stede, Eddy or Lucius take on their relationship, so this is both! )

They move in concert. It’s the first thing Lucius notices when they breach the door. He sees them long before they see him.  What a mismatched pair: Charlie tall, angel-faced and light as the morning, Izzy, a glowering, pugnacious, dark cloud beside him. But they move together. 

Lucius considers just bouncing them for their own sake. They’ve arrived already angry, Charlie’s tension alone reverberates across the room. No one will profit from whatever will go down tonight. 

But he lets them come. Partially curiosity, partially because it’s not his place to decide how and when this goes down. 

When he first met Charlie, the kid was seventeen and already as defended as a tank. Alma came in with him then, the clear winner in the grudge championship against Stede. She made her position on the bar, on her father, on the whole damn world as loud as she could with just her body language and a few curt phrases. Charlie had stood a little behind her, a wary sentinel, his agreement only made obvious by his silence.  

Lucius had clocked him that day too. When Alma had stalked off to argue loudly with Stede, Charlie had lingered at the bar. Given Lucius the kind of frank one over that he was more used to finding in clubs and then an incline of the head. 

“Hell no,” Lucius had laughed. “You’ve got to be at least drinking age to ride this ride.” 

“Too bad,” Charlie had given him a sly grin. “I measure up elsewhere.” 

“Nope. No, absolutely not, jailbait. You’re getting a non-alcoholic beverage and a very firm cockblock all the way around.” 

“Aw, you’re no fun,” Charlie had laughed and the laugh had unsettled Lucius even more than the come on. 

Something in Louis 'Charlie' Bonnet is broken.  

And when Lucius met Izzy, he’d known that man was broken too.  

Had they sat on the floor with those shattered mirrors and exchanged pieces to make this fractured picture? Lucius watched as Izzy pulled out a barstool for Charlie, who took it without looking, just all expectations that he’d be attended to. Then Charlie curved towards Izzy, hand dropping to his thigh, shoulders rounding down so they were closer in height. For his part, Izzy’s arm went around the back of Charlie’s barstool, a protective gesture, enclosing him. 

For better or for worse, they’d made a unit of each other. A closed loop. 

“Charlie!” He puts on a smile. Lucius isn’t interested in hammering cracks in their vessel. He’s just here to make drinks, for fuck’s sake. “Charlie’s older boyfriend that I’m not supposed to let in here! Hello!” 

“Hi,” Izzy regards Lucius like he’s an interesting kind of bug that he might squish. Gone was the vulnerability of that one night in the alley. He’s re-shielded, stronger than ever. 

“Hi, Lucius,” Charlie gives him a wane smile. There’s no entry there. No invitation to play this time.  “Can we get two vodka tonics?” 

“I’m serious, Charlie,” Lucius doesn’t even pretend he’s going to do shit about it, just starts building their cocktails. “Your father was pretty adamant even before he knew you two were a thing. Not sure Eddy will be too pleased either.” 

“Sucks to be them, I guess,” Charlie says it casually, but Lucius hears viciousness beneath. 

Maybe he should at least warn Fang and Ivan about trouble coming. 

The couple don’t separate for even an instant. Lucius leaves the bar, comes back with the show’s end and they’re still there, still only one drink in.  Izzy’s hand has moved to Charlie’s shoulder, one thumb rubbing small circles.

Eddy and Stede thunderclap in and Lucius finds a way to be just close enough to hear, but far enough that they can’t easily draw him in. It’s ugly, it’s raw and they batter against each other, canons fired. Eddy and Stede do not win. Lucius isn’t sure they realize that for the way they huff and puff afterwards. 

“A drink, please,” Stede groans when Eddy finally walks off to attend to something else. Maybe just to go into the alley and scream a little. “Something strong.” 

“You sure?” Lucius frowns at him. 

“No,” Stede admits. “I’d better not really. But I’d like one, very much. He’s frightfully angry with me, isn’t he?” 

“Yeah,” Lucius poured him a soda instead, sliding it across to him. “I think he’s furious.” 

“Should I just accept that he’s dating...that man? Isn’t a father supposed to protect his child?” 

“Never had a dad,” Lucius shrugged. “Wouldn’t know. But I don’t think pushing against Izzy is going to get you anywhere at this point.” 

“No, I don’t think so either,” Stede took the glass in his hands miserably. “Why him? Of all the men in the world?” 

Lucius thought about that thumb, rubbing ever so softly against Charlie’s collarbone. The way the man had put himself between Eddy and Charlie without a second thought. Charlie ( raw, blustering, but oh so vulnerable Charlie) must’ve seen that armor drifting out to sea and grabbed it with both hands. 

“Do you want to know?” Lucius asks, calmly, quietly. “Because I’m not sure that you do.” 

Stede looked up. They locked eyes. Lucius waited. 

“Yes. Tell me what you think. Please.” 

Lucius nodded and set his elbows on the bar. 

“I think that he chose someone that would let him scream at you and then get him out of here. He chose the angriest ball of defense mechanisms and fuck yous in the world because that’s how he’s always felt. Izzy just says all the quiet parts of Charlie out loud.” 

“He said he found Charlie like that. I thought he meant the swearing,” Stede realizes. 

“Charlie isn’t you. He’s not Eddy. He’s not Alma,” Lucius picks up a cloth, wets it, starts to wipe down the bar, scrubbing where it’s sticky. “He’s his own mess and he found someone messy in the exact same way.” 

“That doesn’t seem healthy. Especially with their age difference.” 

“They're both consenting adults, capable of deciding to take as much damage from each other as they want.” 

“This is my fault, isn’t it?” 

Lucius considered the splotch of what looked like jam, but could not be jam because they didn’t serve jam. He scrubbed at it hard.  

“What do you want me to say?” He asks, not looking up. “Because you’re my friend, Stede. I’m not interested in cutting you up even if you’re handing me the knife.” 

“Right,” Stede says softly. He doesn’t ask anything else. The whatever-it-is gets scrubbed away. 

Lucius doesn’t waste a lot of time thinking about them. He’s got enough going on in his life without worrying about Stede’s distant children.  When the wedding invitation comes, Stede tells him over lunch. 

“I’m going to go. I can’t say I’m any happier about it, but I think not going would be worse.” 

“Agreed,” Lucius nods and eats a forkful of risotto. “Eddy going?” 

“No, we discussed it, but I don’t think I could be calm and keep her calm about it. She still thinks it’s an elaborate plot.” 

“Mm,” Lucius chews through his rice. “What do you think?” 

“I think I’d prefer if they were right,” he smiles ruefully. “But I don’t think so. It’s a bit of a long con without much payoff at this point. Charlie even made a point of putting a ‘P.S. There’s a prenup, don’t send in the lawyers’ on our invitation.” 

“Clever,” Lucius snorts. 

The wedding happens. Stede barely talks about it though he’s distant and odd for days afterwards. Then it passes. 

Pete and Lucius get married, quietly and unassuming. Pete asks him after holding onto the ring for years and Lucius cries over that, and has to tell him that he would have always said yes. It’s too bad that they waited, but it’s lovely anyway and they’re no less married afterwards for it. Lucius is thrilled to change his name, content to be a Black for the rest of his life. 

He figures he’s as settled as he’ll ever be. A husband and hookups, three jobs, and friends like his are enough to keep any man occupied for all his days.  

On an inauspicious Saturday,  Lucius goes east to run a long distance errand for Stede. They won’t hand deliver a delicate glass statue, so Lucius is charged with picking it up. The hours are odd enough that it turns into an overnight, a hotel room all to himself. 

He considers hookup apps, but he hasn’t gone out in weeks and a quick check to some trusted sites, tell him about a decent club not far away. Why not? He texts Pete, letting him know he’s headed out and to where. Half to keep him in loop, half safety precaution.  

Pete: have fun babe 

Lucius: 😘

The club isn’t anything to write home about. The live music turns out to be a DJ, whose tastes don’t align much with Luicus’, but it’s got people dancing. The crowd is smaller than he’s used to, but it’s all new faces, so he’s not concerned. He’ll find someone to have fun with in the backroom that he’s already clocked. 

One drink, more a prop than to get wrecked and he carries it to the edges of the floor, already seeking. 

There’s one body he likes right away, back facing him at the moment. Broad shoulders, lean muscle all on display in a skimpy neon yellow tank. The bottoms are tight black shorts, every curve of a very promising ass on display. Lucius watches the hips sway appreciatively.  Then his eyes wander, picking over the crowd. A guy like that will be in demand, Lucius likes to have options. 

He spots Izzy and freezes. Black clothes, naturally, but far less than Lucius ever thought to see him. The man must’ve had to really suck it in to squeeze into leather shorts, laced up the sides, showing more than their hiding and the black tank top with arm holes cut to practically his hips weren’t doing much more. His hair was loose around his face, blatantly salt and pepper, wild toothy grin on full display.  He didn’t lack for attention. 

Which meant...shit. Lucius tracked back over to Hot Back and yeah, now he saw the close cropped blond hair and he turned...yep. Yes. Fuck that was Charlie. He’d known vaguely they lived around here, but what were the odds?

And to his sharp unease, Charlie spots him. Catches Lucius’ eyes and smiles liquid and slow. Then he makes a gesture, sharp with his hands and Izzy, a dozen or more feet away and bodies between them, looks up and unerringly finds Lucius too.  

He’s frozen to the spot under their duel regard. And then they’re on the move, casually shrugging off their current partners, coming together in a ‘v’ straight towards him. 

Lucius very quickly finishes his drink. Whatever is coming for him, he doesn’t want to be nervously fiddling with stemware. He sets it on the closest surface and squares up against their duel forces. 

“Hi Lucius,” Charlie smiles and it’s a beautiful smile.  He’s what...twenty-six now? And he’s really grown into all of his features, taking command of them. “What are you doing so far from home?” 

“Playing errand boy,” he says and tries to keep himself casual. Loose. Nothing odd here. “Got a nice hotel room out of it and a night on the town.” 

“Not a bad place, right?” Charlie goes on smiling. Izzy hasn’t said a word, just posted up to left and a little behind Charlie. Watching. Still smiling himself and that’s unsettling all on its own.  

“Wasn’t expecting much, but yeah, pretty good for the area.” 

“When I first saw you, I thought maybe Dad sent you to snoop,” Charlie looks him over, slowly. Just like that first time almost a decade ago. This time Lucius just does the same. Charlie isn’t a kid anymore, not even a little. “But I don’t think you’d agree to that, would you?” 

“I wouldn’t,” Lucius confirms. “I’m my own agent. Sorry to disappoint you if you were hoping for some grand scheme.” 

“I don’t give a shit about schemes,” Charlie shrugs. “I just came out to have a good time.” 

“And you’re feeling very attacked?” Lucius finishes for him. Charlie snorts. And to Lucius’ surprise, Izzy barks a laugh too. 

“I’m feeling like we should buy you a drink. Prove that our college town bar measures up to your big city joint.” 

“I wouldn’t say no to a free drink,” Lucius decides. He’s always been too curious for his own damn good.  

They all get a round, find one of the stand up tables empty. The bartender clearly knows them, gives Izzy a wink and Izzy...Izzy winks back, so there’s that. Lucius puts the puzzle pieces together, watches how they move through the crowd. He’s seen couples like this before though granted, nothing exactly like them. They do cover a wide spectrum of interest. 

“You always looking for a third or is it anything that goes?” He asks, only two sips in. Neither of them looks the least bit embarrassed.  

“Used to be anything, but we’re going through a threesome phase,” Charlie tells him, eyes bright on his face. “A honeymoon phase, maybe.” 

“Right, congratulations on the wedding,” Lucius tilts his glass towards them. It’s been nearly a year, but Izzy’s gaze still goes to Charlie’s hand, the thick band of gold gleaming there. Checking that it’s real. Kind of cute, actually. 

“Don’t say it if you don’t mean it,” Charlie says without a single degree of dimming to his grin. 

“I do mean it,” Lucius decides. “You’re happy, aren’t you?” 

And Charlie...Charlie just sort of melts. The whole predator facade falls away and his smile softens into something real and fragile. Izzy reaches over, drops his hand onto Charlie’s,  easy as breathing. 

“Yeah, we’re happy.” 

They finish their drinks and Izzy leans across the table. He’s still got Charlie’s hand under his, their fingers intertwined. His smile is not softened. Lucius wonders if he has a second one at all or if it’s an all or nothing thing for him. 

“What do you say, Spriggs?” 

“To what?” He asks, though he’s pretty sure he already knows. 

“Charlie would ask, but he hates getting turned down twice,” he says, and Charlie rolls his eyes, but doesn’t contradict him. “Bruises his ego.” 

A wise man would say no. This is a mess and Lucius hates messes. He should definitely politely decline and walk away. That’s his boss’ son. His boss’ son’s  inadvisable spouse. Whatever happens in their bedroom is surely none of his business and if he makes it his business, that tar will be on him for quite some time. 

Other people attribute wisdom to Lucius. He never claims to have it. 

“Then he should ask,” Lucius leans in too, inches from Izzy’s face, but his eyes on Charlie’s. “Won’t know if you don’t ask.” 

“Want to come back to our place?” Charlie asks, sultry to the point it's almost a parody. “Normally we’d kick around here, but you know. You deserve nice things.” 

“And you already know where we live,” Izzy says as if that’s a very reasonable turn to the conversation. His grin is knowing.

Fuck, Lucius wants to kiss that knowing right off him.   

“I do,” he confirms. “But I don’t have a ride.” 

Izzy drives. Charlie climbs into the backseat and drags Lucius in with him. It is not a safe drive,  but it is a wet and wild one. Charlie kisses with liquid intent. When they get upstairs, Izzy crowds him against the door and deals with their height difference by simply yanking Lucius down where he wants him. Lucius supposes he’s used to that. Charlie has inches on Lucius after all. 

He doesn’t have time to take in their place, just goes with the flow as he’s taken into the inner sanctum. The bed is big and barely registers the weight of three grown men, that’s all that really matters. Izzy and Charlie have definitely been practicing because Lucius barely has time to show off. They’re an effective team,  Charlie doing most of the directing, and Izzy using just his hands and eyes to make his needs known.  

It leaves Lucius, generally the one to out pace everyone who tries him, laid out in their wake. He tries to get his breath back as they fall on each other,  Charlie slacking the last of his appetites against Izzy’s willing sated body.

“Good?” Charlie checks in while Izzy stretches beneath him then idly runs knuckles down Charlie’s back. 

“Yeah,” Lucius laughs. “You know you are, why are you even asking? Got my head turned inside out.” 

Charlie grins, leans down, whispers in Izzy’s ear, gets a shrug in return. 

“You wanna stay? Go again in the morning?” 

Lucius’ hotel room is across town. He hasn’t recovered his common sense yet. In for a penny. Insert another excuse here, he tells himself with a snort. 

“Yeah, sure. Where do you want me?” 

He sleeps in their guest room which is clearly more of an office with a twin bed thrown in. He doubts any other body has ever graced the stiff sheets. The bed at the hotel would probably be more comfortable, but their turn down service just couldn’t compare. 

Lucius wakes early for him, but he can hear them both already up. He follows soft sounds to the kitchen. They’ve both apparently already been to the gym, flush and slightly sweaty in workout clothes. Izzy putters around the kitchen, setting a bowl in front of Charlie, who has his attention on his phone. He looks up as the bowl arrives and leans forward to get a kiss too. Izzy gives it to him. 

They’re quite the picture in the early sun, one gold, one silver. Lucius leans in the doorway to watch. Izzy catches him at it, but just smirks under his regard. 

“You want oatmeal?” 

“Why not?” He decides, and joins Charlie at the counter. 

“One of my undergrads is pleading for mercy,” Charlie grimaces at the phone. “If the professor wasn’t such a hardline dick, I’d even give it to them.” 

“Lie,” Izzy suggests and Charlie considers that and nods, typing rapidly.  

“You have to work today?” Charlie asks, sets the phone aside. 

“No,  fuck ‘em.” 

“What about you, Luc?” Charlie cuts a look at him. 

“Just as long as I get my shit before checkout, I’m a free man.” 

The shit includes the sculpture he was sent to fetch, but Stede isn’t expecting it until Monday.  

“Aren’t we luck then?” Charlie drags a spoon through his bowl, scooping out what looks like a bit of peach. He slurps it down, chews with his mouth open. It’s disgusting. 

“We have a guest, beast,” Izzy chides. “He’s not used to your ways.” 

“Too bad for him,” Charlie grins. 

Lucius stays. They do fuck again and it’s somehow even better in the morning when they’re both still gym-filthy and sticky-fingered. Lucius figures he might get a ride back to the hotel and a cool goodbye after that, but instead, Charlie asks if he’s seen the college art museum which of course Lucius hasn’t. 

They stop by the hotel, Lucius gets his things, does his best to protect the ridiculous statue and then they’re off. Charlie in the passenger seat now, where he much more clearly belongs, Izzy’s hand on his thigh. 

The museum has good pieces, but Lucius watches them instead. The way Charlie leads, going from work to work, then doubling back to something that catches his eye. Izzy follows after him, undaunted by the yo-yo procession. He comments on the works Charlie picks out, keeps his thoughts short, but incisive. He still curses a blue streak, but he’s got words mixed in there that must be from Charlie.  

“What do you think?” One of them will toss off occasionally to Lucius. Just often enough he knows they haven’t forgotten he’s there. They listen to his opinion, pick it apart between themselves and then move on.

Fucking fasinating. 

They go back to their apartment to eat lunch and then Charlie wants to go for a walk. Izzy stays back, Lucius goes with. They circle around the neighborhood. Charlie could be any one of the students they see out and about, just in baggy shorts and a black t-shirt with a faded band logo on it. It’s almost certainly Izzy’s, Lucius can’t imagine that Charlie has any particular affinity for The Dropkick Murphys.  

“Glad we ran into you,” Charlie tells him as they round the block.  

“I think I’m glad you did too,” Lucius decides. “Thanks for letting me hang. You do that a lot?” 

“Never,” Charlie shrugs. “But we know you, like I said.” 

“Not that well.” 

“Enough. Israel hates letting people into the house unless he trusts them. So whatever you did when you guys met, it stuck.” 

Lucius couldn’t really remember any more. They’d gotten high and Lucius remembers talking to him, the way Izzy had been so angry that it vibrated off of him until he wasn’t angry at all. Just sad and tired.  What had he done? Said? Too bad he couldn’t grasp it anymore. 

“Good. Why do you call him Israel anyway? Seems kind of formal.” 

“Because no one else does,” Charlie says low and pleased. “He knows if he hears it, it’s me.” 

“I don’t think he’d get confused about that anyway,” but Lucius suspects he understands just fine. Lucius, who has never wanted to be owned by any one, can see it happening. These two don’t just love each other. They possess each other. It’s sour and off putting and Lucius wants to watch it for days. Wants to warm his hands on their bonfire, then retreat a safe distance to his own hearth.

“Maybe not,” Charlie says cheerily. “What time do you need to be at the train station?” 

Sooner rather than later, unfortunately. Charlie gives him a languid kiss goodbye at the door, 

“Gotta do some work, but hey, come back any time. No kidding.” 

“Yeah, all right,” Lucius gave him a wink. “Maybe I will.”

Izzy drives him to the station. Lucius takes the passenger seat. It’s adjusted all wrong, but he doesn’t bother changing it. It’s a short ride. 

“You gonna tell Bonnet about all this?” 

“No,” Lucius snorts. “What the fuck do I look like?” 

“His friend.” 

“I’m my own best friend first and foremost. And I had a good time that I don’t need sullied with someone else's feelings.” 

“What about the husband?”  

“Pete doesn’t care who I have fun with. Might tell him. Might not. If it is going to happen again then I will. I don’t lie to the man.” 

“Just restrict what truth you tell him?” Izzy glances at him. It’s not mean. No judgment. 

“I tell him what he asks for. Something you know from?” 

“Charlie is too clever to ask about shit he doesn’t want to know about,” Izzy confirms. “S’why I’m asking if you’ll tattle and not him.” 

“We’re not playing hookey or stealing stickers. It’s not wrong or bad. If I did say something, it’d be because I was proud, not trying to get someone in trouble,” he says firmly. 

“All right then,” Izzy pulls into a spot. The train will be by soon. Whisking Luicus back to his life. “Then yeah. You should come back. If you want. Got our numbers?” 

Lucius sort of has Charlie’s number by way of Stede, but he doesn’t want it that way. He types them into his phone, then realizes, 

“What’s the last name situation?” 

“We left them. Charlie’s published under his name already and no one wants me to be a Bonnet, least of all me,” Izzy says. 

“Got it. I’m Lucius Black now.” 

They end their conversation with confirming texts, just ‘hi’ sent two ways. Then on impulse, Lucius leans in and gets in a last kiss, 

“Thanks,” he says and Izzy gives him a long hot look, but doesn’t stop him from getting out of the car. 

Lucius can feel his gaze all the way back to the city. 

Lucius: Didn’t want to be Charlie Hands? 

Charlie: I would’ve. He hates his last name. 

Lucius: What have you published? 

Charlie: Google it. Nothing interesting.  

Lucius: How did I forget you were in the Olympics? And you were published? And you have a hot husband. I feel less accomplished for every inch I scroll.  

Charlie: And my dick game is on point, don’t forget that.  

Lucius: That you can't get me on. 

Charlie: True, you are pretty great. We’re going to be in the city next month. I have a conference. Hang out with us? 

Lucius: Send me the dates and I’m yours.

 Charlie: Love an easy man.

Lucius: Don't go falling in love with me. I'm taken.

Charlie: Funny story, so am I.

They don't fall in love. But they do keep finding ways to collide. Lucius likes a bonfire night now and again.

[sylvie-fics]

The long overdue next part of Dissensions Dynamism. (Part 6!)

A/N: OOPS SORRY didn't mean for it to take this long! but this is a long part! i hope you enjoy! especially you, anon who asked about part six. you're the best and i hope your day is so great today.

Summary: Viktor knows about Jayce, and he's got a little bit of resentment. he decides to have a civil meeting in which they settle things very politely.

Word count: 4k holy hell

Warnings: fist fights, fights, violence, mentions of s*x, rude language.

Minors Dni

LEts start this mf fanfic my darling buckaroos

If gossip was wildfire, then Zaun was a firework stand. The statement that rang true time and time again. While the story of two legally insane scientists– one of which having an affair with an aristocrat from Piltover– had fallen out of popularity of the passing whispers, it was only a matter of time before it was revived.

Viktor considered himself to be, all things considered, a formal and professional person. Putting facts over feelings, working to further the advancement of humanity. So, when he *kindly* and *professionally* wrote a letter to his former lab partner and ex-friend Jayce Talis, he made sure to only use the most kind and professional language.

Oh, it was just the simple kind of letter. The kind you expect to receive every so often from a dear friend you've fallen out of touch with. How are you? What have you been doing? Any new fun projects? Do you think fucking undercity girls helps your case? Do you want me to personally come up there and punch you like I should have done a long time ago? Back then, I might not have had the physical ability to stand up to you, but I can assure you I do now.

And after all those kind sentiments, he followed with his professional statements on his current whereabouts and whathaps. I’ve been well, I’ve been working on quite a few new things with my new lab partner (Y/N). If you so much as breathe the same air as (Y/N) I will personally make sure you never breathe again. I have no problem disassembling your body and using your blood as a power source for my creations.

Of course, It was only a few days later when the response arrived.

Oh, the usual. Hey Viktor, I’ve been great. Unlike some people, I live a comfortable and human life, rather than altering myself out of humanity. I go outside and touch grass, you know, with my human hands. I’ve been working on things that will actually help people. I'm sure if you talked to (Y/n), you would know she’s doing the same. It’s just hilarious that you’re under the impression you two have some sort of “partnership”, especially since I’ve had one with her for… some years now. It seems to me that perhaps you’re not a very supportive partner—Not that you were to begin with.

And after all the catching up via letters, there were plans to catch up in real life… kindly and professionally.

How kind of you to offer! But, you don’t need to worry about traveling all the way to Piltover just to lose a fight. I’ll come to you.

And he did.

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“So, how did that hole in the wall happen? Was it always there?” you asked, only now noticing the massive amount of destruction in your usual parts shop.

The shopkeeper only sighed in response, muttering something about how everyone here is fucking crazy.

“Kind of looks like a really big bird crashed into it. Do you think it survived?”

Silence.

“Maybe if I built glasses for birds, we could avoid this problem in the future? How would I get glasses on every bird in the world, though? What if they have different style preferences? Do you think we could start an economy for birds so that I could create an eyewear shop for them… That way I can still profit off my investment.”

Somewhere, just down the street, there was a crowd of people forming a circle.

“But what if that causes the birds to have social classes? What if the birds are poor? What if it causes them to go hungry and not have a place to live? Oh, god, it would be all my fault.”

The sound of men yelling in the distance.

“My intentions are good though, right? This wouldn’t be a harmful cause, yeah? And I’d be supporting local businesses in the process. If I start up bird eyewear, you can repair the hole in the wall.”

Laser beams flying, a hammer crashing into a wall.

“Is crashing the leading cause of death in birds? You know, in humans it's like heart attacks or whatever. My situationship has that covered though, he's like, taking out human body parts and replacing them with metal or something, I don't really know. He’s got that covered, though. So I can focus on the birds.”

At this point, the shopkeeper had buried his face into his hands, sighing every few seconds. If you didn’t spend so much money here, he would have kicked you out some time ago.

“Oh, but how would the glasses stay on their head? I guess maybe I could make it more like a hat with— what’s that noise?”

You know the sound of a fight when you hear one. You’re no stranger to a good fistfight, a great knife fight, hell, you love fights. Or, moreover, you love hearing other peoples drama that led to the fight. That phrase of Zaun being the firework stand of gossip wasn’t reserved for the old women sitting in their stitch and bitch circle. It was universal, and it applied to you.

You left before your dearly beloved shopkeeper could answer. In all honesty, he would have answered just to get you to shut up about bird eyewear. But you never gave him the opportunity, leaving with a curiosity about the ruckus, and full optimism and support with your grand new idea.

Truly, you thought, I am the hope that Zaun needs. The greatest inventor of our time. Improving quality of life for all.

It was only a few strides ahead that you spotted the scene— the ever so classic circle that formed and blocked the view of the action. Taking in a deep breath— as though you were about to dive into water— you pushed your way into the crowd.

Watching people fight in the street was a community experience. It wasn't the people fighting, or who won that mattered. What truly mattered was coming together as a town, as a community, to all experience something together. Like a movie, or a trashy festival with the same 5 vendors each year. You didn’t care who was fighting or what they were fighting for. There was something so touching about the violent phrases and yellings coming from the people around you.

“Yeah! Pummel him!” you yelled, directed at no one in general.

“Do a roundhouse kick!” once again, shouting nonsense.

It was at this point, the people around you had started giving you quizzical looks. A girl around your age leaned over to you, whispering loudly, or perhaps even quietly yelling, “Hey, I’m pretty sure they’re like…. Fighting about you. You're, (y/n), yeah? Kinda fighting about you.”

You were taken aback.

“What? Me? No way. I don’t even know who would do that. Maybe a different (y/n).”

It was true enough— you had no clue who would fight for, with, or over you. When you reflected on all your life choices, you came to the conclusion that most fights happening that involved your name would, well, pretty much be fought by you alone. Still, with that morbid sense of curiosity, you pushed yourself through the crowd– getting closer and closer to the front.

And then…

Oh.

It’s never a situation you think you’re gonna be in. fantasize about? Perhaps. But actually happen? Never. Now, you’ve got a few options here.

1. You could walk away and pretend this never happened.

2. You could intervene and create peace.

3. You could yell at them.

Yes, 3 was the most logical solution.

“Hey guys, what the hell? What are we fighting about? You're kinda like, really messing up this entire town area. You know what's gonna happen? You're gonna punch a hole in the wrong guys wall. You're gonna get sued and go to jail for property destruction. And then what– you think I’ll bail you out of jail? No! I’m gonna let you sit in there and learn your lesson about destroying this town that's already half run down! And then? You’re gonna be stuck doing community service for days. I hope the weather is awful for you, too. I hope you're trying to rebuild that building and it's raining so hard you can’t see. Are you guys *trying* to make the people in this town hate us?”

Dead silence.

“I’ve never heard her talk like that… we must have really messed up.”

called a solemn voice, one you recognized as being Jayce Talis.

Your relationship with Jayce Talis was… complicated. It was fairly obvious to you that he had been using you to fill some part of his life that was missing. Maybe it was there, and maybe he lost it. In filling that role, you could see how his… feelings… towards you had gradually changed.

It was simple at first. Pay, fuck, leave. No strings attached. But the more and more you saw him, the more complicated it got. Pay, get asked on a date, get fed, fuck, get asked on a date, leave.

In response was the ever-so-modulated voice of Viktor, “Eh? That was one of her more mild speeches.”

Your relationship with Viktor was… complicated. It was fairly obvious to you that he was refusing to let you fill a role in his life that he’s never had. Though he was quick to make an enemy of you, you could see how your relationship with him was rapidly changing.

Though you both enjoyed your banter, it was clear the two of you were closer than the other would let on.

“You guys can’t be doing this– dragging me into drama like that. What if people start talking about this? I don’t wanna be the star of some rumor where i’m dating a mad scientist and having an affair with a rich boy in piltover!”

Little did you know, that rumor had been around for quite a while. This was absolutely nothing new. If anything, it was further proving the rumor that had been going around Zaun. Perhaps even adding onto it, now with extra spice.

You’d had enough— dealing with one of them was already challenge enough. Dealing with both of them? You didn’t find it worthwhile to stick around and find out.

“Ugh, guys are stupid.” You sighed, walking towards the two of them. “I’m going home, give me your keys, Vik.”

Viktor didn’t think much of it— he mindlessly did as you asked, reaching into a compartment and tossing them your way. Jayce, on the other hand, was bewildered. Stunned. Shocked. Shaken, even.

As you walked into the distance, you could hear a distant Jayce asking, “you guys live together?”

And Vikor responding, “what?”

“She just said she was going home and took your keys?”

“What do you mean?”

“Does she live at your house?”

“Why would she?”

“Well, you just gave her your keys.”

“I did?”

“Viktor do you not remember? You *just* did that.”

“Ehhh it all happened really fast. I’m not sure.”

“I— you— you’re the guy who questions absolutely everything! What the hell is that about?”

“I find it’s best not to question (y/n). Makes my day harder than it has to be.”

They seemed to fade out completely after that, though the banter surely lasted a long while after.

You worked hard to make Viktor’s house a home. It was a well known fact that men were unobservant. As far as you could tell, he had yet to notice— or at least comment on— the various changes you’d made around the place. The new rug, curtains, lamps, bedsheets, pillows. Not to mention that you’d repainted most of the walls over the course of your previous visits. It was never hard to do. He’d get to work on his project, and you’d start working on one of your own. You weren’t even a thorn in his side at this point, as you were a splinter that grew into his skin and forgotten about.

Though, you’d still been unsuccessful in seeing if those little blue glowy things made coffee taste any better.

Perhaps sitting by it would be effective enough.

“Oh, Blitz.. men are so difficult.” You said to the now half-finished metal amalgamation laying on the table.

…

“I know, I know, I probably shouldn’t involve you in family drama. But it’s just, well, your father and an… acquaintance… of mine were really going at it.”

…

“But that doesn’t mean that they’re bad people! Don’t think that! Sometimes people disagree!”

…

“But it’s important to remember to not resort to violence! I resort to violence super quick, but you shouldn’t, you’re better than that.”

Though it was impossible for him to communicate back with you, you were sure he somehow heard and understood you. Blitzcrank was like a kid you gave unwanted advice to, maybe calling them “champ” or “sport” on the occasion. Life lessons were good for growing minds. Even if he would never technically grow. Or have a “mind” so to say.

As riveting the conversation was, it was soon cut short by two fuming men arguing as they entered your quiet space. Your quiet space, in one of the angry mens home. (But you could reflect on that later.)

“(Y/n), move to Piltover with me. I can give you a stable life and a comfortable home.”

Ah, yes, quite the exhilarating offer.

“(Y/n), I do not care what you do, or where you are, but I hate this guy. If you stay here I will pay you double what he pays you just to make him miserable.”

Now that’s more your speed! But, there’s just one problem…

“Vik that’s like great and all, but do you have? Like can you?”

You were sure it was obvious what you were referring to.

“I assure you I can manage the funds.” He responded, definitely not on the same page

“No baby, that’s not what I meant.” You started, very cautious with your words. “You know, I know you kind of like to mess with your body and all. I’m sure we could still make it work if you don’t have anything, but, y’know, maybe it’s something we kind of have to sit down and figure out the logistics…”

He tilted his head in response, clearly confused.

Jayce took this moment of confusion to speak his truth. As if he had a pre prepared, well rehearsed confessional monologue.

“(Y/n), I know what we have is special, and—“

But you didn’t care much for confessional monologues.

“Yeah no, it’s really not.” You interrupted. Not that he seemed to notice— with that cinematic spotlight hovering over him, blocking out all around him. You were sure that’s how he saw this moment, anyways.

“I know it’s hard for you to open up your heart, with all the hardships you’ve been through.” Jayce continued, the hallucinatory flower petals flying around him.

“I have no fucking clue what you’re talking about, dude.”

“But I can be that person for you. I can support, and, more importantly, love and appreciate you for who you are.”

“I’d rather you not.”

“So what do you say— me and you, against the world?”

Rather than rejecting him a fourth time in the span of 30 seconds, you turned to look at Viktor, exasperated.

“Well?” You asked, “you gonna monologue too?”

Viktor paused for a moment, as if trying to think of the best way to approach this.

“I think you’re the stupidest person I’ve ever met in my entire life. You’re a mild nuisance and like a pest I cannot get rid of.”

Ah yes, truly, Viktor’s best opening line. The line that would cause Jayce to yell about not talking to you like that, and subsequently throwing a punch, only for said punch to be caught by Viktor mid-approach.

“You are occasionally entertaining, but mostly just strange and concerning. I worry about your well-being, and I despise that I have to waste my brain cells on that.”

“God, Vik, if you had a face I would kiss it so hard right now.” You replied, in awe of what was likely the most accurate thing anyone had ever said about you.

“What? I have a face. What are you talking about?”

“She hasn’t even seen your face?!” Yelled Jayce, throwing his hands up in the air, and then bringing them down to cover his mouth. He stayed there for a moment, lost on how his arguments could be so compelling, and not win. “What is it? What quality does this guy possibly have that I don’t?”

“Hey dude, have you considered that maybe I like living here? For all you know, I could be staying here for my own personal, deeply rooted cultural reasons. It’s not always about following the money, you know.”

Jayce sighed, a feeling of shame washing over him. Of course, how could he not consider that?! He was sure your whole family had lived here for generations, and to suddenly be taken to a place with completely different food, holidays, traditions… how difficult that would be on you.

Meanwhile, Viktor and you were having a conversation solely through head and hand gestures. His head tilt would signify a ‘y/n, what?’

And then your eyes would look to the side, and lips purse into a straight line, meaning that you ‘totally just made that up.’

Viktor would look over to Jayce, who was in deep though, and then look back to you. He shrugged, in a ‘guess it worked’ way.

You’d wink back to Viktor, snapping into a thumbs-up pose. This, of course, to say ‘totally worked’

“And besides..” you began, a devious smile across your face. “I can’t leave… not when… well…”

There you went, playing into the dramatics.

“The child… it needs me here.”

The child in question was a massive, half-complete robot that you have no familial ties to. Neither of the men understood that’s what you were referencing. On one hand, you expected Jayce to be taken aback by this. His wide eyed, open-mouth expression was what you were going for, in fact. Viktor choking-coughing out of what you could only assume was shock— not exactly your plan.

“It all started a few months ago… sometime in the summer. It’s just been growing ever since. I mean, really, it’ll be finished any day now.” You spoke, technically telling the truth.

“The summer… does that mean…”

Oops… it was only after Jayce started that thought that you understood the implications of your words.

Sure, you had done some mildly vanilla stuff with him in the summer. But he can’t surely think you’re exclusive with him. There’s no way he’d think…

“It’s mine, isn’t it?” He whispered, tears forming in his eyes. “I… I don’t know what to say. All this time, I could have been by your side to support you, and…”

Bless his heart. You needed to turn this conversation around, and quick. With a crazed laugh and a high pitched, stressed out voice, you were all but eager to announce,

“OH, no! It’s actually Viktors!”

A stray laser flew into the wall, straight into a painting you’d hung up only two weeks ago. You ducked down, quick enough to avoid the impact. Mentally, you noted that stressing the machine man out enough could cause sudden misfires of the claw.

… but that might be interesting to mess with later.

“It is?!” Yelled Viktor.

“It is?!” Yelled Jayce.

Slyly, you threw a peace sign to Viktor— you hated to waste your second favor on the persistence of men, but you’d dug a hole this far, might as well keep going until you hit water.

Viktor understood what he had to do. With complete unsureness and confusion, he firmly stated.

“It is. Mine. I made it… with tools and materials and… such.”

“What? But— I— since when did you two-?!”

“It was… I guess the first time I met him? Though, the design process was really more the second time around.” You responded

Internally, Viktor was having the equivalent to a computer error screen. This was not how he’d planned for the day to go. It was going to be simple— kill beat up Jayce Talis. Just enough to make sure Jayce never got the opportunity to lay his eyes, hands, or whatever else on you ever again. He wouldn’t call it jealousy. Just looking out for you.

But here you were, playing peacemaker/heartbreaker all in one. How amusing. Though he found your antics rather distasteful at times, he could admit his enjoyment of todays. Seeing Jayce’s confidence break down, piece by piece, whilst being used as the catalyst of it all. He felt as though he was winning something, somehow.

It wasn’t long until Jayce had stormed out, shouting obscenities about being used, and hoping for Viktor’s failure, for your failure, so on. In Viktor’s eyes, Jayce was the one who’d failed that day. Quite a change from the normal.

“Well… now that’s over with…” called a voice Viktor recognized as belonging to you. You were still sitting over at that counter, but now taking a hairband off your wrist. You tied up your hair in a rush, not much caring for the neatness of it. “Go ahead and start taking it off, yeah?”

“Huh?”

“Take off whatever isn’t welded to you.”

“Why?”

“Bird eyewear, I gotta fund it somehow.”

Viktor was completely lost as to what was happening. You said something about taking something off, and then something about birds, and then something about money. And now you were reaching down to the hem of your shirt. And now you were lifting up said shirt. And now you-

Another stray laser hit the painting on the wall.

“DAMNIT, Viktor, stop shooting the damn painting, I bought the damn thing last week.

… damn!”