#garbage pods

[aliteralgarbageheap]

Written by @flowerparrish

Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Clint Barton

Author's summary;

“Why you?” James ask

“Why me what?”

“Why did Natasha ask you?”

  Clint wants to say, Natasha always asks me, but it’s better if less people know that than more.

“Because I’m good at what I do.”

-

an urban fantasy au (inspired by KD Edwards' Tarot Sequence series)

(All chapters are posted now)

[vamporilla]

I'm just getting into Mouthwashing, and I have a take that I haven't seen anyone make yet.

I don't think Jimmy deserves to die. Don't get me wrong, I loathe that pathetic little prick as much as the next person and I wouldn't mind seeing him getting beaten up (which, thankfully, there is no shortage of on this site), but he doesn't deserve to die.

Death's too good for him.

He's constantly refusing to accept responsibility for his actions throughout the entire game, up until the very end. Him killing himself is his ultimate cowardly act, his ultimate refusal of being held accountable for any of the harm he caused the other four, especially Anya.

Jimmy doesn't deserve to just die like that. He shouldn't get to shirk responsibility and then get an easy out without facing any real consequences.

Jimmy deserves to be the sole survivor, not Curly. He deserves to make it back to Earth somehow and be held accountable for what he did. Remember when Daisuke made that comment about the crew possibly ending up on the news? Yeah, Jimmy deserves his wrongdoings to be publicized. He deserves to be tried and imprisoned, for his already shitty reputation to plunge even deeper into the gutter. He deserves to realize the full weight of his actions. He deserves to live with that guilt. He deserves to reckon with the fact that, no, he couldn't fix it. He couldn't fix anything.

He'd finally be forced to truly take responsibility for his actions. And that? That would be the greatest form of retribution he could possibly face.

Sorry if this came across as heated or sadistic, I just watched Jacksepticeye's let's play and I'm very emotional right now. Scrolling through Mouthwashing stuff is helping me cope a bit, but I just had to get this off my chest.

[lunarifie]

Funny how the Tales from the Stinky Dragon party went from Faeza’s renowned heroes to Grotethe’s most wanted.

[chlamydia-biohazard]

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[ratindividual]

Pisses me off that Jimmy tried to frame putting Curly in the pod as "taking responsibility". He didn't. He never could. Putting a bullet in his skull is a kindness to himself and an insult to all his victims, starting with Anya. Putting Curly in the pod is not selfless, it is selfishly motivated by his own twisted narrative that he tried to do good from the start and the guilt that comes from failing purposefully and being overall the human equivalent of a pile of garbage was too much to handle. "Take responsibility" and he puts all the blame on the captain that put him in this place and job as a trusted friend when he shouldn't have and using this at his advantage to take all his grievance on.

He rapes Anya because he feels entitled to her body and her space, not caring about who she is as a person. He puts her under submission of his whims and want for power that feeds his self-importance and can't stop from reminding her that he does not want it. He does not even care that she died because of him, it's a footnote, a stain.

He grooms and manipulates Daisuke to sneak inside the medbay not because he is afraid of what Anya might do to Curly, but because he feels a sense of ownership over her. He does not respect her, thinks her incompetent and irrational, while he clicks all the boxes himself and gets Daisuke killed because the poor kid is eager to please and altruistic

He kills Swansea, who is tied up and drunk, in cold blood, execution style, because he is a threat to who he really is, which he cannot accept.

Actually good, excellent, even, representation of an abuser trying to deflect his wrongs by putting it in a neat little bow of integrity which he does not have.

I feel for Curly's predicament over his own lack of agency and the debilitating ordeal of your life being in other people's control bc your body does not belong to you anymore, but let's face the music; when you enable enough an abuser, he will find himself thinking he's in the right. Until he stabs you too.

[utilitymonstermash]

In California due to prison over crowding and a policy called realignment, many sentences are now served in county jail. Recently I came across this very funny jail memoir in The Newsweek.

On race:

I knew that I had to join the Peckerwoods, a notorious white supremacist gang. But I am by birth half-Jewish. I have a Jewish last name too, so I was fearful.

My plan was to pretend I was German since my last name is Yiddish, so pretty similar sounding. It's probably not politically correct to say this, but I also don't look like a stereotypical Jewish person, at least in the eyes of neo-Nazis.

I also think my image played into it. They saw a crackhead from Skid Row who weighed 130 pounds and just didn't connect that with a Jewish guy. So I got away with it. They believed I was just a German-American. They had no suspicion whatsoever.

For about three or four weeks, I played along. But I soon realized there was no need to. I never heard anything really racist or antisemitic.

There was another man named Lou. He was probably 50 years old, and every day, he would get a different meal than everyone else—a special meal in a blue box—and people lined up to buy it.

I was curious. I looked in the garbage and saw there was Hebrew lettering on this blue box so I knew Lou was probably Jewish. I asked Lou if he was, and he said yes, that's why he gets the kosher meal.

I said: "I'm Jewish too, actually." He didn't really care. I said I had told the shot caller—a kind of gang leader—and all the guys that I was German when I came in, and now I'm thinking about getting the kosher meal.

I asked what he thought the consequences would be of revealing that I was Jewish. He said: "Oh, well, they're not going to care that you're Jewish, but they are going to care that you lied. So, I would just go talk to the shot caller privately and work this out."

I expected a very violent repercussion for lying. There are violent repercussions for everything, from not washing your hands after using the bathroom to getting caught sharing food with another race.

I talked to the shot caller. He was pretty angry that I lied, but at the same time, he said: "Listen, I'm half Armenian. I'm not even fully white. We don't really care. These are just the rules and we have to follow them.

"As the shot caller, if it gets out that I'm not enforcing these rules, I'll get stabbed on the yard.

"You lied. You got to come clean to all the boys, and it's not a big deal. Just when you get the kosher meal, make sure that white guys get preference over buying it. If no one white wants to buy the meal, then you can sell it to the other races."

On managerialism:

Violence is highly organized in the California prison system. I was in county jail, but it's just as bad as prison, if not worse.

If you get into an altercation with someone, you're not allowed to fight them. You have to go to your shot caller, and he has to go to his shot caller, and the shot callers must decide whether you're allowed to fight in a very controlled environment.

[...]

I had to fight people for breaking very stupid rules, such as sharing food with a Black person—a rule that I think is ridiculous. To be honest, my shot caller thought it was ridiculous too. He told me personally that he shared food with Black people all the time; he just had to keep it secret.

[...]

It's Kafkaesque; there's some kind of bureaucratic overwatch going on and you don't even know if it exists or not, but you just have to follow these dumb rules.

A shot caller is your gang leader in jail. This is not the leader of the entire gang but the leader in your pod, meaning your dorm.

Every gang has a shot caller, and then that jail has a head shot caller, and then the whole prison system has a single shot caller somewhere at the top that is this Wizard of Oz-type overlord who no one ever really sees but somehow enforces the rules.

On yarmulke:

I'm not a practicing Jew; I never was, and no one in my family really is. But when you get the kosher meal, they also give you a yarmulke for some reason.

When the other inmates saw the yarmulke, they were mesmerized by this magical Jewish hat. The people who ran the world wore these hats, they thought, and now they were around one in a jail cell.

The Mexican shot caller would request to wear it when he gambled to bring him financial luck. This started sort of a buzz in the jail, and eventually, lots of people were requesting to wear it. Even neo-Nazis requested to wear it when they were gambling.

I asked them to treat it with respect, not because I am religious, but I thought: "My ancestors were religious. Don't be disrespectful."

The amount of respect they had for this yarmulke was actually disturbing; the fact that a Nazi with swastika tattoos would be so polite about a Jewish yarmulke.

On tolerance towards the Jews:

Once it came out that I was Jewish, I experienced zero antisemitic hate. It was more of a fascination. A lot of these people had never met a Jewish person. They pictured Jewish people as owning banks and companies and potentially even the jail.

So when they saw this Skid Row homeless addict who was Jewish, a lot of light bulbs went off about their preconceived ideas. Immediately, they asked: "What are you doing here? Can't you make a phone call? Don't you know a lawyer?"

I said: "No, I'm Jewish. My dad was a heroin addict carpenter. Not all Jews are what you think they are."

It opened up a lot of playful conversations with these people. They were fascinated with the concept that Jews were lawyers, so I started getting a lot of requests to consult people on their cases.

I had to tell them: "Listen, I'm a carpenter crackhead homeless guy. I'm not a lawyer."

They didn't care; they wanted to go over their cases with me. There was almost some soft antisemitism, but it mostly was playful and fanciful obsession and inquiry. They thought I had mystical powers.

[...]

I have stayed in touch with some of the people in jail. Not all white people were Nazis. In fact, a small minority identified as neo-Nazis; most just identified as Peckerwoods. I've kept in touch with both.

On demographics as destiny:

I talked to Lou about it, and he said that there used to be some problems for Jews, but in the end, the white gangs have such low numbers that they don't really care. They needed people.

[nerokoma]

heads up! — three peas in a pod (17/30)

kuroo’s got his priorities straight: make the battle at the garbage dump happen, win nationals, go to university, and maybe win the heart of the rival team’s cute manager along the way.

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[lou-struck]

At the Top

Keigo Takami/ Hawks x reader

W.C~ 2k

~ Your date at the Fair turns from a questionable experience to a full-blown disaster when you and your online date get stranded at the top of the Ferris Wheel.

With the fair in town, you thought that spending the afternoon eating ridiculously sounding fair food, playing games, and riding the rides sounded like a picture-perfect first-date idea. But that's the problem with being a romantic.

You tend to get your hopes up…

"So… Are you having a good time so far?" the man sitting across from you asks for the 9th time this evening. The two of you had matched on a dating app a few weeks ago, and after many late nights of texting that filled your stomach with butterflies and heart with hope, you finally took the step and asked if he would like to actually go out.

But the evening has been less than ideal. Your date, although good-looking, clearly has some serious baggage from his last relationship that even your 'I can fix him' mindset wants to turn away from. 

He has refused to go on ride after ride after ride with you, claiming that he and his friends rode all of them last year and thought they were just a waste of time. And he turned his nose up at any of the mouthwateringly atrocious fair food you wanted to try out and dragged you to the only place on the fairgrounds that sold smoothie bowls, which may be delicious, but they are something you could eat any other day whilst cheddar cheese flavored ice cream is not.

You try to hide your frown as you spin the deep purple, soupy concoction with your spoon as you stare across at your dark haired date and tell him what you think is a convincing lie, "Yes, I'm having a great time. Thank you for the acai bowl."

"Don't mention it," he chuckles, wiping his berry-dusted chin with his sleeve. "I'm glad I was able to find us something in this place that was organic. All that deep-fried garbage they sell at the other stalls is repulsing."

"Maybe," you say, stirring your bowl even more, really not wanting to engage in any kind of debate with this guy. You take a bite of your bowl, and while it is good, you hate that it costs the same as half a tank of gas. 

Luckily, your date paid for that. 

Just getting up and leaving is always an option, but there is still hope that things can turn around, or at least you'll have a decent bad date story to tell your friends when the night is over.

"How about we go on the Ferris wheel?" he says at last, boredly scraping the button of his paper bowl with his spoon. 

"Really?" you say, thankful that you are finally able to go on one freaking ride on this date. Maybe you were being too critical of your date…

"Why not?" he says, "I didn't go on that one yet."

oh…

~

When you like someone, the idea of being wedged together on the Ferris wheel is something straight out of a romance movie, But when the already little spark of attraction you are feeling for your date has been drowned and smothered by the murky waters of his overflowing ego, the act is tortuous. 

Despite the little legroom in your pod, your date has decided to take up most of it with his wide stance; his obvious manspreading gets more and more stifling as you rise slowly into the air. The multicolored light bulbs of the wheel flicker, and you wonder briefly if that is normal.

It's getting a bit cold up here, isn't it?" he asks with a sly smile. It's honestly not cold at all; in fact, the warm air is kinda stuffy. Before you can say anything, his arm slings over your shoulder, and you dig your nails into your palm; it doesn't feel right; you know how you feel when you are attracted to someone, and this is not it.

The flash of a camera phone catches your attention and you blink away the spots in your vision. 

"Oh, that's perfect," he chuckles, looking at the selfie he just took of the both of you. "I'll send it to you and we can set it for our lock screens."

"Don't you think it's a little soon for that?" you ask, now wondering what kinda psycho you are trapped on this ride with.

"Hey, when you know you know Baby Cakes," he says with an almost hallmark channel level of confidence as he looks at the photo with a delusional smile. "Oh, we look great. I gotta send this photo to my Mom; she is gonna love you."

"Oh… how nice," you say dryly. You feel sick… in that moment, you decide that when you touch down on solid ground, you are going to get the hell out of dodge and take a cab home and leave this guy in the dust.  

The ride reaches its peak, and you sigh; at least you only have a few minutes left of this tortuous experience.  

"Hey, have you ever kissed someone at the top of a Ferris wheel before?" he asks, leaning in close. 

"Not really my thing," you say, scooting as far away from him as you can. But in the little car, you can't really go far. 

"Oh come on, don't be so shy, y/n, I don't ~" he starts to say when the ride suddenly jolts to a stop. Your little pod rocking back and forth."

"What was that?" he asks, getting a bit out of your bubble to look around. His lack of proximity makes you sigh in relief before realizing that you are stuck at the top of the Ferris wheel with this dude. 

Hopefully he doesn't try anything…

"Oh my god, oh my god, we're gonna die," he says, completely freaking out. "This is all your fault, y/n." He glares at you with tears streaming down your face as snot pours from his nose as he rocks the cart back and forth. 

You are speechless and have no idea what to do at this moment. All you can hope is that your date won't pee himself next to you in this little pod. 

You look down at the pavement; at least if you fall, you won't have to deal with this guy anymore…

Suddenly, a red feather whizzes by your face. You follow it with your eyes. Turning your head, you come face-to-face with the most beautiful man you've ever seen.

Bright golden eyes staring into yours warmly from behind a yellow visor. Crimson wings beat softly in the air. "Hey there, you look like you could use a hand."

"H-hawks." Your date says addressing the pro hero. "Thank God you're here. Please get me down."

"No problem, folks, I'll get you down; it looks like that machine down there is a little jammed, so you'll have to bear with me." His feathers harden as they whittle away at the steel safety harness that keeps you trapped in the air. 

"Now, don't move, all right? I had to cut the beam to get you guys out of here, so hang tight in those seat belts." He looks at you and holds out a hand. "how about I start with you? Wanna get back on solid ground?"

You smile. "So badly." His hand has a pleasant warmth through it, but right before a hero can gently take you out of your seat. The bench starts to swing rapidly.

"No!" your date screams, unbuckling his seatbelt. "don't take them, take me." he stands and lunges towards the Pro Hero, only to be halted in the air by a cluster of feathers latching to his clothing. 

His arm pushes you off balance, and you slip, letting out a yelp as you wonder if this is the end. Frightfully, you imagine yourself becoming one with the pavement below, the worst end to the worst date of your life. 

Strong arms are quick to grab you, and you are pulled into the safety of the winged hero's chest. "Don't worry, I gotcha," he says softly; the world beneath you makes your head spin. "Hey… Don't look down, you're safe. What's your name?" 

The unwavering care in his voice calms you, and you answer. Out of the corner of your eye, you see the feathers bringing your date down to the ground and setting him on the pavement with an unceremonious plop.

"Serves him right," you mutter, "This has been the worst first date of my life."

"Don't tell me there's gonna be a second." He jokes as his feathers start to free the other passengers, setting them on the ground; he brushes a strand of hair out of your face and winks, "Just between you and me, I think you can do way better than that guy."

Your cheeks heat under the hero's surprisingly flirty banter, and you realize that you are still nestled comfortably in his arms, high above the ground. But instead of feeling worried, you feel strangely comfortable. Your stomach seems to flutter as you are brought down to earth. 

"There you go," he says gently, placing you on solid ground. Although you are safe and sound, you can't help but feel a little disappointed that your short time with the Pro hero has to end so soon. 

"Thank you for helping me out up there," you say, remembering your manners. 

"It was my pleasure," he says; his golden gaze flickers from you to behind you and narrows. "Hey, I hope I'm not crossing a line or anything, but it looks like you may need a bit more saving." He gestures over to your still-sniveling date, who doesn't seem to notice you at all. 

"Ugh, where were you three hours ago?" you chuckle dryly. 

Your little comment sends him into a fit of laughter so hard he has to remove his visor to wipe tears from his eyes. "Sorry, I guess that saving your life was the best I could do."

"And you call yourself a hero," you shake your head and fight the smile on your lips. 

"Can I make it up to you?" he asks earnestly. "My patrol ends in a few, so I could take you home or somewhere else, maybe grab some food."

Your brain shorts out for a moment as you are shocked by this unexpected turn of events. 

Is he flirting with you?

This is Hawks, one of the most eligible bachelors in the country, and he is offering to take you to get food.

"It seems like you are going above and beyond the call of duty," you comment, watching as he tucks his wings to his back. 

"Well, it just seems right," he says honestly. "You look like you need a better day, and I'm starving. So what do you say? Wanna use me as a good old-fashioned rebound?"

The corners of your lips turn upward. "I would."

"Perfect, then let me work my magic, and we can get out of here." he smiles, the toothy grin looking much more natural than the ones you see plastered on the magazine covers. He turns and walks over to a sidekick in an elastic red suit. "Hey, this one is a bit shaken up, so I'm gonna help them home; you got everything handled over here, right?"

They nod, and he turns on a dime, walking over to you with a poorly concealed pep in his step. "Are you ready to go?" 

You nod eagerly. And motions for you to hang on tight to him. Although just a few minutes ago, you were disgusted at the idea of even brushing knuckles with your previous date, being in the arms of the hero is comfortable. 

He launches the two of you into the air, and the wind tickles your face. Leaving your sniveling date in the dust. 

"So where to first?" he yells above the breeze. 

"There's a really good fried chicken food truck near my place if you want to try it out?" you say after a bit of thought. 

His gaze fills with affection, and his laughter rises with his wings. "Oh, I think we are gonna get along just fine."

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[aliteralgarbageheap]

Written by @sexysmeagolshitposting

Fandom: Marvel

Rating: Mature

Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Clint Barton

Length ~45 minutes

Additional Tags: past Bucky/Original Nonbinary Character, Nonbinary Bucky Barnes, Nonbinary Character, POV Bucky Barnes, Period-Typical Homophobia, Internalized Transphobia, Found Family, Past Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers, Unrequited Crush, Self-Discovery, Genderqueer Bucky Barnes, Gay Bucky Barnes, Trans Clint Barton, Pansexual Clint Barton, Platonic Soulmates, Neopronouns, Gender-Neutral Pronouns, Gender Identity, Gender Exploration, Coming Out, Getting Together, First Time

Series: Part 1 of [Podfic] there'll be days like this Summary:

Author's summary;

Steve just takes his hand, squeezing gently, and says, “I’m not into boys, Buck.”

Bucky opens his mouth to say, “But I’m not a boy,” and bites back the words, because admitting that would be the worst mistake of his life.

Plus, he may have come to that understanding, slowly and then all at once, that he’s not a boy. But he’s not a girl either, so what does that make him?

“Right,” he says instead. “Sorry.”

[slamminslamminmcgill]

Wade would mock you if you puked on his cock, just like cooking at you for being weak.

He makes me giggle 🤭

OH ABSOLUTELY!!!!

“woah, there! cleanup on aisle whore! haha, get it? cause it rhymes with four? and you’re a slut? seriously though, i’d throw that shirt in the garbage if i were you. i don��t think tide pods are cutting through that. what the fuck did you eat?”

“oh my god, really?! AGAIN?! i’m BARELY even doing anything! what are you, bulimic or something?! wait, no. that was a fucked up thing to say. sorry. but still. step your fucking blowjob game up, ‘cause this is pathetic.”

“is your tummy feeling better, puke skywalker? think you can handle me now? no, i’m not gonna go easier on you! how ELSE will you learn to be a proper throat goat?!”

[mdconfession-blog]

Alright, confession...there is a mystery from this series that still plagues me and it's something I've seen no one else discuss...

This mirror. This FRICKIN mirror...

Where in the actual hell did this thing come from? It wasn't in the ship in the pilot so you can chalk it up to simply the pilot had worse animation and everything wasn't finalized

...But why does it look like it's from the manor?

And more importantly, WHY CAN YOU SEE BLOOD ON IT IN SOME SHOTS?!? And no, it's not oil. You can see the red coloring on it.

This mirror, which is only really visible in ep 2 because every episode afterwards barely shows the inside of the pod, has been plaguing me for literal YEARS NOW

Who taped this mirror to the wall? Was it V, J, or N? Or was it Uzi? WHY is it taped there? Why did the mirror get brought with them if it was from the manor? Is it like when "Tessa" brought a frickin stove, some plushies, and other random garbage in the ships? Was this just foreshadowing for ep 3 with the weird veins growing out of the mirrors in Doll's house and that's what the blood is supposed to be?!

I don't even know if this god forsaken thing appears in ep 3 tbh. That's the last time we get a look inside the pod until ep 8 which I'm almost certain doesn't contain the mirror. Maybe they just threw it out after it shattered but idk.

Is the mirror the real antagonist of Murder Drones? Is this a metaphor for the fact Uzi views herself worse than she is, a look into her state of mind? Did Cyn put this here specifically to mess with Uzi? Does Cyn have foresight powers, is the mirror like the magic mirror from Shrek, IF CYN IS THE ANTI-CHRIST AND UZI OPPOSES HER DOES THAT MAKE HER THE REINCARNATION OF JESUS H. CHRIST AND THUS MAKING KHAN JOSEPH, NORI MARY, AND YEVA THE HOLY SPIRIT?!?!

...

Uh. Hm. Went...went a bit off the deep end there. Maybe just...........ignore that last bit. Anyways, if I ever get to ask Liam questions the mirror is one of them and I know damn well it's not going to be as important as I think it.

So yeah, that's the confession. This mirror has singlehandedly driven me crazy. I would recommend you too drive yourself crazy by theorizing about this series, go wild with 'em.

⠀

[b1asho]

Erm, oc comic? Just click on the images idk how to change the image position formatting here yet :(

This is what I've been doing all this time, I need to practice putting these things together. I like some things and had fun, but it also looks kind of yucky.

Oh well

Featured here are Rinshi, a muttreazik, and their boss/sister Maro, a Sundyne who's been (violently) ousted from her extremely politically important clan (for terrorism and attempted assassination :D )

The two are hiding from authorities in the SEZ, and not having a great time in general.

Here's a buncha other info, aka i want to talk about my wretched ocs :

-Rinshi is a mancer, meaning they're a muttreazik with a degree of control over matter around them (think telekinesis). Their blue eyes aren't the result of my choice of coloring, thats the color they are all the time (a highly highly unusual color for muttreazik, even in the 'other' color category).

Rinshi is also a 'they' in the same way you'd call an animal an 'it' rather than a 'he' or 'she' if that makes sense. They don't think of themself as nonbibary in the human sense, instead it's more of an "outside of the binary and therefore a nonperson" way that Cerest use for xenos. It's the only option that's not male/female/he/she that they're aware of in this point in their life

Maro is a she (and VERY upset that it means she can't ascend to God emperor)

Rinshi is hunting with a nail that they’re controlling with their mind because that’s a lot easier than chasing down the alien rats yourself.

Normally this would be very easy for them but they’re kind of going through it right now, thus the major space-out and eye-bleed at the end (which normally happens to mancers who either overextend themselves or try to do stuff without any energy support from the body)

Not all Cerest-homeplanet animals have a decentralized nervous system like Cerest themselves do (such as these two animals, who have all their thinking meat in their head), but either way a shard of metal through the face isn’t good for anything

There are pockets of Cerest wildlife in the SEZ if you look for them hard enough, which Rinshi has to do because they’re currently in the outer reaches of it away from any inhabited districts where you could just buy/steal meat products. They're spending a considerable amount of time doing this since they're trying to keep a large hypercarnivore alive right now.

Maro got her face and torso cut up pretty bad during her.uh. Incident. Luckily Cerest heal fast, though infection and only eating rats has complicated and prolonged things. They’re currently living in an old habitat pod, which she can hardly leave thanks to the healing process (which has left her pretty much unable to walk. If she could, she'd definitely be the one doing the hunting because she has fewer qualms about killing things than rinshi does.)

This conversation is pretty out of character for her, but like she said, it's boring spending most of your time asleep in a garbage heap rather than pursuing your ambitions of ruling the world. Thankfully, she can always just ask her trusty retainer about things they don’t want to talk about.

‘et kerusit’ is just the Cerest version of like ‘my liege’ but specifically in the Sundyne female context and specifically for someone in Maro’s (former) rank/position in her (former) clan. "Princess" is also a pretty close analog but neither really sounded right so I made up some words. "Retainer” is the closest word I could find for what Rinshi is to Maro, and it fits fairly well (there is probably a better word out there but i like the old-timey knight vibe) they were originally employed to her clan as basically her little assistant and mandatory friend/bodygaurd/ally/etc. This happened mostly as an insult to her because that role should normally fall to a fellow sundyne and not a 'lesser species', but she has made it work.

I'm still testing this out but the Cerest language conventions are also why the question marks are out front most of the time, they don't change tone to indicate a question and instead just say an "I'm asking you a question" word at the start.

Rinshi also has a sort of stutter no matter what language they're speaking, with different words and sounds causing prolongations or repetitions. They didn't have any kind of support for the issue growing up, so theyre not great at managing it. So that's why some of their words are like that

The aforementioned rank difference is also why Maro gets 2 << instead of 1 when speaking (she's using a different enunciation of words to indicate her status, as is Rinshi. Basically ï for royalty i for commoner, or something. If they were speaking a Drecu dialect rather than a Sundyne one, their words would be in these things -> [[ ) .

As I’ve mentioned up there, they see each other more like siblings in their own mini clan (but she definitely calls the shots in their relationship )

Muttreazik think rebirth is real and they’re kind of right (at least within their own species). Rinshi does NOT want to dwell on where they used to live but those ideas were drilled in at a very young age.

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Why is everyone freaking out about Lily on your page? You're allowed to like and dislike any character on the planet ? Just like everyone else. Also about Lily:

We barely get know her, besides being a mother that died for her child ,any somewhat decent parent would and should do that l, we don't really know her as a person besides being friends with Snape till SWM and then marrying James. I know the fanon version of every Marauder is really chefs kiss and easy to fall in love, but we forgot how far away that is from canon sometimes .

I wished the writers of these fanon characters and fanfics would start writing their own stories because honey you're doing a better job than the actual author, start using your talent. You made me fall in love and cry about characters that are mentioned twice in a whole series.

Lily is like one of the untouchables in the fandom, or at least one of those characters you can never criticize. A lot of Snape fans support her because she’s a fundamental part of his story, Marauders fans adore her because she was James’s girlfriend, and then you have the Golden Trio fans who love her for being Harry’s mother. Everyone adores her for a different reason, but they all have one thing in common: she’s the complement to a male character they actually love. They don’t love Lily for who she is, but for what she represents to each of the men she influenced—and that is misogyny.

We don’t know much about Lily, but what little I do know, I don’t like. When I read the fifth book and the whole SWM thing happened, I wasn’t even a Snape fan, but she still came across as a complete idiot to me, half-smiling at James while he ran around stripping some guy half-naked. And then, when we see The Prince’s Tale and she refuses to forgive him?? I was a teenager at the time, and I still wasn’t a Snape fan, but I thought that was just pure asshole behavior?? Like, you’ve known this guy your whole life, you know he’s been bullied since day one, you know he comes from a shitty home, and you know he said that in a moment of absolute stress—yet you refuse to even listen to him?? Fuck off. Seriously, she seemed incredibly cynical to me.

Like, you can’t call out a guy for hanging out with future DEs but then turn around and marry a literal bully you’ve seen being a piece of garbage your entire life and still act like you have some kind of moral high ground. And what also really annoyed me was how Rowling tried to sell her as a moral example—like… a person like that is just a jerk. I’ve already said I view friendship very differently, so as far as I’m concerned, Lily can stay six feet under with her trash husband—they were two peas in a pod. And I know this is an unpopular opinion even in the Snape fandom, but I don’t care—I cannot stand her. I’ve made an effort to analyze her more seriously, but if you ask for my subjective opinion? She was a total asshole, and that’s why she fit so well with another total asshole.

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I feel we are all super mean to the reader with Siren Vil??? Are they actually stupid or is it just that they can’t understand what’s going on? Which is kinda valid considering their situation?

I mean it has to be hard for them, right? Not only do they have trouble communicating with THEIR world since they are almost 100% deaf, but then you have the extreme cultural differences of trying to communicate with someone who exists in what is basically from a completely DIFFERENT world (part of your world reference anyone?).

I just feel like, while they may not be a genius or anything, it’s kind of mean to be expecting them to know what’s going on when they have so much working against them. We’re calling them stupid for not understanding that the necklace was a courting gift and that the siren would come back for them… why would they think that?

They could tell the necklace meant more to the siren than they thought it should have and it made the siren more friendly, but why would that equate to what is basically marriage and never leaving them behind? And the reader knows the siren wants to get back to his pod really badly. While they became friends and got attached, that wouldn’t mean he would come back to help the reader. Of course the reader is going to see a ship and try to get off of where they were marooned.

As dumb as the reader CAN be sometimes (like when they took a bite of the cooked crab without removing its shell 🤦‍♀️) I really don’t think they’re THAT stupid. They’re just… on the level of someone who was probably an uneducated kid when they snuck aboard a pirate ship and never looked back and now they’re an adult. You mentioned in one chapter I believe that Riddle taught them to read I think? Or something?

I LOVE this story, don’t get me wrong. At all. Ever. I adore it.

The fact that I’m even here hanging out on the author’s blog shows how much I love it - and your other writing. I guess it’s just been getting to me a little how we all seem to slam Siren Vil’s reader so much. Maybe I’m just making mountains out of molehills. Maybe you’re just being sarcastic and I’m missing the cues because I’m neurodivergent and I do that sometimes. If so I’m sorry.

To end on a good note, I’m really happy you’re back and are doing better. I know how much brains can suck. If your demons are too mean to you, just send Reaper Rook after them. He’ll take care of them for you, I’m sure of it! 💚🖤

I think it’s mostly said out of love, like how when you pick up a cat to give it cuddles and call it a stinky lil garbage gremlin even though you would die for that creature. The Reader in this is someone I try to write as having inconsistent levels of intelligence. Great planner, great at setting goals and reaching them, but TERRIBLE emotional intelligence all around. Not just in Siren Language. Just overall is blind to a lot going on around them. And yes, the added layer of communication difficulties certainly don’t help, but this is a reader I fully see as one who even *if* they had super sight, hearing, and intellect would still be missing the point of things simply because they’re stubborn in their perception and lock onto that One Thing rather than being willing to see the bigger picture. Even when the evidence is staring them right in the face. Which is why we lovingly call them a big ol doofus.

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Hot take/headcanon: paradox psychosis was invented my the commission to not start shit. Bc notice once it's gone, five can just talk to other fives whenever? Like ok Ik the deli and the s3 pod room are probs paradox proof but what if none of it fucking mattered. What if it was caused by some commission science magic garbage like the trackers or the suitcases idk. Idk I just want more fics of five's of serious ages interacting without the fear of getting the farty itches.