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jakei95 · 11 months

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[Post in English] Something Nyx and I want to publicly address, regarding the recent allegations in the Glitchtale Crew's Discord Server and it's moderators. I really apologize for the upcoming wall of text. These are our Twitter threads I have pasted them here, in case you don't have access to said platform. I have also added some additional notes to provide more context. All details under the line:

NyxTheShield: (Transcription from his official twitter thread) I read some mean comments lately and I just wanna be super clear: I havent been related to Glitchtale since at least 2022. I never considered myself part of the community and went through some much shit while doing stuff for it that my mental health was completely destroyed.

For people who thought I was an admin of the server, that was just in paper. I was constantly de-admin'd, demodded and kicked from the server through the years for simple stuff like asking the rest of the mod team to not say slurs or standing up against the Midnight Crew. I personally left the server for a long while because I really did not want to be around some of the people there. All of this happened years ago (from 2016~ to around 2020). On the early years, my full income came from Youtube/Glitchtale. I was a broke college student and my economic stability depended on it. Despite this, and making literally hundred of tracks and hours of music for the series, most of the income came from my own ad revenue. I was paid less than 2000 USD for all of the work. Essentially, I was paid in exposure.

This wouldn't have been an issue for me if at least I got to keep my artistic vision with the series. That didn't hold true for long.

From the second season and onwards, and in multiple instances, I would score the entire OST for the episode, watch the episode when it released, and then find out a completely new section of the episode (usually a battle scene) with music from somebody else This was completely demotivating to me because I wasn't being paid, the tracks would not fit the rest of the OST at all, and most of the income I made from the battle scenes. I had to work for weeks trying to compose music for glorified powerpoint presentations (Basically everything that's not a battle scene on the series was just still frames of characters barely moving) and do all the heavy lifting and I wasn't even let known about the guest tracks.

This added to the feeling of having absolutely no power within the community. I don't know if this was intentional or not (I don't wanna presume malice), but all of these things together contributed to me distancing myself from the community.

Honestly, there is A LOT more shit that went down these early years that are extremely traumatic to me that I would prefer to not talk about unless completely necessary, but I feel this is a good amount of context for what I wanna talk about next.

As you might be aware, extremely serious (and true) allegations were made against Camila and his partner, Veir, which was accused of grooming minors from 2015 to 2021 There are really good videos out there explaining the entire timeline of what transpired, but I specifically wanna talk about 2020.

(Jakei's note: Links to said videos are here: [1] [2] [3])

In that year, a public document was made by my head mod CrystalFlame alongside 2 other mods in the GT server, that exposed Veir and their actions. This document went mostly unnoticed. Even more, Crystal went through a lot of abuse for coming forward about their abuse and was almost ostracized from the UT AU community because of this.

Because of this, I was asked directly by one of the victims (and also representing the other victims) to please not speak up (Citing that they just wanted to move on and didn't want to involve themselves with more problems and expose themselves)

All the info was kept very vague from me, including the people who were involved, the extent of the stuff that went down, etc But I knew enough to know it was serious. I followed their request and didn't speak up publicly about this, but I banned Veir from my server, warned all of my mods and people close to me in those circles about Veir, and constantly tried to get Camila to please adress the situation. Despite this, she did not listen and we all know how stuff went down later in 2022, where the allegations came back again with full force. This time around I wasnt asked to stay silent so I spread the word around and confronted the entire mod team. I was shortly banned after that.

I needed to address this because this thing has been eating me alive for years. I was intentionally kept in the dark about a lot of context and nuance that would have completely changed my mind about speaking up or not about what happened in 2020.

Everything is easier in retrospective, and with the knowledge I now have about the situation I know for a fact that I would have spoken up about all that happened. But being asked directly to not speak up by the victims was something that goes against what I am Sorry for the long rant, but I really needed to get this off my chest. I am tired of having to deal with this kind of stuff. As a content creator/public figure I am trying my hardest to keep the communities I am active in as safe as possible.

I feel I could have done more for the Glitchtale community regarding the grooming situation, but all of the years of abuse that I endured really fucked up my judgement. I am not very good at dealing with people and I always trust the people close to help me for this kind of stuff

Sadly, in this case, those same people who were close to me were also the victims, so they couldnt have known or had a way to help me out, I should have helped them instead. Most if not all of what was described in this thread is backed up by screenshots, chat logs, and direct testimony from the people who were involved during this time.

I don't want to direct hate to anyone or start a witchhunt, I am doing this purely to decompress a bit and try to vent some of the trauma I experienced all these years.

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Jakei: (Transcription from my official twitter thread) I would also like to share my experiences about my relationship with the Glitchtale Creator, Camila Cuevas. Publicly, we appeared as close friends, but in reality, that friendship was based on bullying and mistreatment, and this affected my mental health deeply.

Years have passed, and the memories still cause me pain. I decided to remain silent, but after the revelations of grooming cases in her community, I realized I wasn’t being too sensitive. The time has come to speak up about my experiences.

During the early years of Underverse, I was dealing with a serious depressive episode. Simultaneous internal and external pressures as an independent artist amplified my mental strain. Meeting Camila felt like finding a genuine friend who shared my passion for the fandom and understood the struggles of being a content creator amidst toxicity. At my lowest, I became compliant to doing things that I didn’t want to, just to keep people around me happy. For Camila, this meant allowing her to belittle my work and make me the butt of her jokes.

Only our veteran followers may remember the 'roasting games' between us on Tumblr (consisting of mutual insults), a spectacle where she'd always win. However, it was a game she privately forced me to "play" and I ended up accepting, despite the discomfort it caused me. These 'games' would give her a cool and strong image in the fandom while painting me as the dumb, 'cringe-worthy' friend. In essence, I became her personal punching bag, unknowingly reinforcing his reputation.

Camila's favorite term to demean my series 'Underverse' was “Cancerverse”. It felt like a constant contest where she'd always position herself as the superior writer and animator simply because my story and animation techniques didn't fit her standards. Years of being subjected to her ridicule left my self-esteem in ruins. I was okay with the negative feedback by some fans, but when my 'friend' publicly disrespected my art, it made me question my abilities as an artist.

I can't deny there were times when she gave me advice to deal with hate or hurtful comments. However, her damaging comments and treatment outweighed those moments of support.

My depressive state worsened around July 2017, where I had accepted people pushing me to do things I wasn’t comfortable with, while being part of Camila's demeaning games, just to appease her ego. I was introduced to Nyx during this time, he offered his music for my series, and eventually we started dating. We met in person in Chile, where I also met Camila. I hoped our friendship would strengthen but everything felt the same. Before I moved to Chile with Nyx, Camila reached out to me in dms, attempting to turn me against him because he opposed the use of slurs in the GT server. She claimed Nyx was being 'brainwashed' by his American friends belonging to the black and LGBTQ+ communities. She made fun of my dating choices, suggesting I was entering a toxic relationship, while showing off her relationship with her then-boyfriend (later exposed as a pedophile). She even quoted her own mother assuring me that Nyx would 'get back to normal', and if it didn’t happen, she would let me live in her house, almost like if she was telling me that Nyx would hurt me or make me feel miserable.

It only took Nyx 3 months to realize that the GT server was going in the wrong way. I initially felt compelled to defend Camila due to my inferiority complex, but soon realized Nyx was right. (Jakei's note: Not only Nyx was right, a lot of people that called her out over the years were right, yet they were not listened to at the time)

Even then, I found it difficult to distance myself from Camila due to the false sense of obligation I felt towards her. My fear of her making fun of my work kept me from interacting with others in the short period of time I stayed in her Discord server. I was afraid that she and her echo chamber would talk behind my back, something that I found out was happening in private chats until recent years.

Rebuilding my self-esteem wasn't an easy task. I began noticing the red flags – Camila's lack of respect not only for me but Nyx also, the emotional manipulation Nyx was suffering from Veir (something he used to do all the time with his other victims), her attempts to 'roast' me in front of her family and fans in the Underverse/Glitchtale meetings, and her constant criticism of my artstyle not being compatible to hers in the few collabs we made.

All these 'small' instances, dismissed as insignificant by many, caused me immense pain while treating my depression. I felt it was too late to express how I felt, as I feared being labeled as attention-seeking or oversensitive by her and her fanbase. Ironically, the moment she talked about her traumas after being bullied in the past, her feelings were the only ones that mattered any time she was involved in a problematic situation in the fandom and deserved to be the only to get pats in the back.

I never expected a sincere apology, as I was convinced she didn't remember or didn't care about the hurt she caused. I tried to maintain a facade of good terms with her, both publicly and privately. Eventually, I distanced myself from her, unfriending her and banning her from my own server even if she didn't interact there. I started focusing on my own work and the people who appreciated it. Despite this, the aftermath of the bullying continued to affect me.

Everything fell into place when the grooming accusations against her former boyfriend and server mods came to light. It was a shocking revelation, but it validated all my doubts and fears about her. The purpose of sharing my experiences is not to stir up drama, but to address the concerns of those worried about my association with Camila. I want to make it clear that I will never tolerate such behavior. Although the things I did for her in the past cannot be erased, I hope Camila at least deletes the animation remake I did for her and all the collabs that boosted her views for free, though I'm not optimistic about it happening.

As I've matured, my hope is that she and her crew learn from their mistakes, start behaving like adults, and take responsibility for their actions in their future projects and with their new followers. But I'm skeptical about any real change, especially if their server continues to exist. The best course of action for me was to cut all ties with Camila and Glitchtale.

NyxTheShield (now my husband) and I have endured too much from our treatment by Camila. We no longer want to be associated with her or Glitchtale. It's a chapter of our lives that we wish to close. It's time for us to focus on recovering our mental health, as remaining silent is only prolonging our pain. We have been working to improve our mental and physical health over the past few years and this is a crucial part of our healing process.

#jakei says something #english

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twigs-sprigs · 2 years

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an au in which.. well different outfits that the ninja have had are actually just who they are

okay so i have much to explain so STRAP IN

so i came up with this idea really suddenly like ten million thoughts just hit me in the head, but the main concept is that

the world is actually a post apocalyptic style scenario, there's an "above" new ninjago city, that was built on top of the old overgrown and kind of abandoned old ninjago city (i imagine it having like glowy mushrooms and stuff and having some sort of a pretty factor to it)

i also see this whole world being full of like a multitude of different species with all sorts of wacky features (this is all kinda like years and years after the disaster that destroyed the og ninjago, so it has very cyberpunk-y and modern elements)

let's call it the (PA au. just post apocalyptic for short)

(this has been compared to that one show called arcane before. i. ive never watched arcane. /gen.. so yeah. i know its similar. its a coincidence. i promise. )

now, our characters consist of

kai - aka. the red shogun. (the outfit is prime empire kai, kind of combined with the red shogun outfit from season 4) a villain turned superhero vigilante, who's just doing his gosh darn best, and has a whole team who keeps his back safe! lloyd - aka. GB (prime empire lloyd) a trained mercenary and the leader of a gang that does everything from trading substances, weapons and machines in the black market, to simply bounty hunting. he's an untrustworthy, quiet but sly and feared leader, whos really just a sad and lost kid at heart. people say he takes after his father, but he wouldnt admit that. jay - aka. superstar rockin' jay!! (prime empire jay, ofc) he's a celebrity rockstar both in the above world AND in the undercity. though he mostly spends his time up above. he's still part of kai's vigilante team! nya- aka. THE FREAKIN SEA (seabound nya) she's a part of the sea that decided "fuck it!! we ball!!" and left to see what life on land is all about! she met kai and quickly became really close with him and they became siblings! shes the first member of his team! and she's kind of confused but she's DEFINITELY got the spirit! zane- aka. snake jaguar (the outfit from sons of garmadon) just like kai he's a vigilante, a wielder of ice. he goes undercover in lloyds gang and becomes his right hand man, but gives crucial information to his team, so they can take down lloyd's operation. cole- ROCKY FREAKIN DANGERBUFF, yet ANOTHER member of kai's team, he's from the dangerbuff clan! one of the groups of people who live their lives in the undercity. he's a dancer and a beast hunter, but also a kick ass hero just like the rest of the team! pixal- samurai x!! she's also a hero, that kind of rivals red shogun and kind of doesnt like him at all, but she does get kind of close to one of his team members... if you know what i mean

i will say that ALL the members of the squad still have their elemental powers, i havent yet properly fully thought that part out but i know for sure that they do.

SO YEAH. lloyd is actually kind of the villian for a large part of this au. i tried my best to not change his personality in a way that wouldnt be natural for his character to progress. in my head he grew up kind of sheltered from the outside world entirely. he's not really a... person? he's his role and thats that. he was never really loved by anyone therefore doesnt really know...emotion. all that well. he may act like a bratty teenager from time to time when he's taunting his enemies, but that's just... a character that he's playing up. he really just has no clue what hes doing.

(everything im not saying here is in the little notes i left on the drawings, though they may not be canon since i wrote down concepts and ideas there too)

his dad, garmadon, also is a little different in this au. basically "good" garmadon isnt really a thing (hes basically JUST the version from the oni trillogy). he was the previous gang leader BEFORE lloyd but he vanished and supposedly died. so lloyd had to take his place.

the ACTUAL. REAL VILLAIN of this au is harumi. who, fr. is still just herself. she's also kind of the second in command to lloyd. and she betrays him. and kind of takes the gang all to herself. leaving lloyd to help out the heroes...and finally find a family in the process.

its very emotional in my head and i am so scrambled right now these are the only semi-coherent thoughts.

i would LOVE to talk more about this au. if you have any questions or ideas or ANYTHING really.. do send asks about it... im in such deep brainrot for it and rambling on tumblr is apparently a thing that i do! (who wouldve thunk!)

this au was also made with the help of @shadesofvermillionvoid as USUAL.. so you can send asks there too!!! give kai all the love ever ash deserve it!!

... and to whoever bothered to read all this. wow. thank you! :D i feel very seen

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catpop2 · 10 months

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So uh... Earthspark Au idea

So you know how occasionally Starscream and Bumblebee somehow get paired together and goofy shenanigans insue? Like in IDW for example- Well take that but add some more shit to it- Like a lot more hand wavy magic shit to it.

Anyways spoilers for Earthspark Season 1, the whole thing. And also uh brain fart moment right here so its very rambly but I wanna try and get the main point across. I will elaborate it people are intrested tho.

Well I had a goofy au idea brainfart moment where after the events of season 1, the autobots and decepticons have to somewhat colaborate which each other to survive on earth. From finnaly freeing every captured Decepticon in the form of a transaction to get Starscream and his remaining seekers do an extended sweep over the entire earth in order to comfirm Dr Meridians death because oh boy his body mysteriously disapeared (And because Seekers aint called seekers for nothin, they hella good at tracking down anything that exists)

Other scheningans insue because Megatron wants to reconnect with his Decepticons and beocme friends with everyone- But like none of them are really having it, in fact the main motivator for any con is that they want to protect their new generation, the terrans, therefore they wont try and obliterate the autobots at every moment. This is specifically true for Starscream who literally cant exist in the same room as Megatron but gets absolutely swarmed by terrans the moment he is near them, most notoriously Hashtag and Twitch but mostly Hashtag.

And then there is Bumblebee, the mentor of the maltobots who will do anything to keep them safe- But not much can be done when your protégés are pestering the most dangerous Decepticon to ever Decepticon (Aside from Megs but he dont count anymore) So he has to just sit there and tolerate it-

Eventually though trouble arises once more and the maltobots have to fight for the freedom of their kind, now joined not only by the autobots but occasionally even a Decepticon or two whenever their expertise come into play, but the cons aren't doing it for the Autobots thats for sure.

Bumblebee is always with the terrans whenever he can be, but the five are more grown as each day passes, and far harder to keep an eye on, especially since the concept of war has been properly introduced to them. So when Starscream is there to provide intelligence or sneak stolen gadgets to Hashtag and Nightshade, Bee has to appreciate the weight the seeker unintentionally takes off his back. Afterall Starscream may be extremely dangerous, cunning and deceitful- But it certainly does wonders for him to be near sparklings.

Where the au comes into real play is when the threat of Dr Meridian resurfaces much to everyones dismay (Like pee paw willy over again).

The terrans and the kids are locked in tight combat, trapped in a very dangeorus and likley fatal situation of which they havent quite grasped the severity of. This time they dont seem to have the grace of Quintus Prime at their side as things look really grim, their only proper cybertronian assitance comes in the form of Bumblebee and Starscream who are forced to hold off the threat together the best they can before help can arrive. While the terrans do a great job of fighting alongside them as they have proved themselves plenty of times- It doesn't seem to be enough. All of them are left tattered, injuried and worse for wear- Particularly their two cybertronian gaurdians who had just taken on a fatal blow to protect them.

Quintus Prime, unlike the Maltos thought before, was with them, he watched them. He hoped, but there was little he could do, it was not like before...

But... There was a call, a plee. A promise of service. Not from the humans or the terrans. No...

Something else entirely- A presence akin to Primus itself- A spark, reaching out to him. Promising to protect.

Ah yes. The cybertronians. One of them had not yet given up yet, despite the fact he no long had functional limbs nor wings- It was present, nearby somewhere was also another presence, but so much weaker, so fragile and quickly fading.

No.. That couldn't work could it? They were already established sparks, born from the allspark directly-

Perhaps that could work.. Perhaps the Emberstone had a little extra light to give.

And so, from the rubble- Right as the enemy intends to strike another blow, two new protectors rise- And two new presences began to circulate between the thoughts and feelings of the Maltos.

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spikeinthepunch · 11 months

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the other thing i really wanted to mention about CotC in more detail, esp after watching new episodes, was the times the series tackles abusive family in a way thats heavily implied or straight up shown.

most obvious example of this was the episode "Scoutguest", where Craig allows Jason to come home after he says he lost his keys. What is actually most interesting about this episode is it focuses on how Craig is completely oblivious, and how Jason's home life shows his submissiveness in home environments. The first example was Craig and Bernard fighting about chores, and Jason just goes and does the chores for him, stating he wanted to save them the argument. I'm sure many who can immediately find this familiar- the act of doing something good in order to stop your parents from yelling at you or others in the house. You just want it to stop. But Craig not knowing any better, uses this behavior to his benefit. going through the episode, Craig's mom eventually calls the number shes given (which, we dont actually know was Jason's mom, and i think it probably wasnt- probably another source that knows jason's situation) and learns/understands whats up, and is kind to him as a guest. She doesnt tell Craig anything- he's a child, itd be hard to explain, and it may be invasive to Jason to explain it to Craig. regardless, she encourages Craig to be kind and when Craig hears Jason say somethings on his own he comes to realizing how different things are- and pieces together things. There is a lesson in realizing you should watch how you treat others, not presume about other's lives, and that some times someone seeking help may be doing so in a very discreet/not obvious way.

but (spoilers for newest episodes) i actually found this topic interesting to look at with Xavier. Xavier is a bully, hes mean. We learned that Xavier never had friends because he realized they just liked how he has cool stuff, and because of that, he just bullied people back, and felt that being King got him attention enough to feel good. hes a child, and Craig intervening right now is what he needs- Xavier can change. So onto my thought- The episode where Xavier explaining his story made me uncomfortable. We havent seen much of his family life. Things we do know: his oldest brother Kennith is at college, his oldest sister Cheyenne is in highschool, an unnamed/presumed mother. Unclear about another parent.

I shouldn't assume what i don't know about Xavier (his parent situation, mainly) but its interesting that we see so little of his family outside of his siblings, because the show has been very good at showing us entire family dynamics (we saw parents for characters that hardly show up!). His family is rich, his brother is distant as he is in college, and so Xavier is basically around his sister all the time. Previously I think I just took as her as the moody highschooler who thinks her little bro is annoying. But, in episode 2 of season 5, we get his story (which again, notably, does not show anything of his parents) where he eventually shows how he wanted to get stronger to i guess, beat up Craig. This is where i got uncomfy with the implications- his sister. Cheyenne works out, and the little we saw of her as the former queen did show she was also likely a bully, and i think it may be safe to say she is toxic and abusive towards Xavier as well tbh. Like, the way she start getting physical with him in that episode... getting angry, belittling him, hitting him. It made me anxious to see, feeling what is implied about her character. she does seem 'proud' of him improving but, i think its a situation of control (as she encourages in him too) and passed off like "tough love" when its actually really bad.

Xavier is 12 years old, we cannot and should not hate him like he is unredeemable. He turned into what he is for reasons a child likely would- be it the lack of people wanting to be his friend, or the implication that his older sibling pushed him around and bullied him herself. i did not really expect to see that in these new episodes honestly- it would have been easy to just say its how Xavier didnt make friends, but i think looking harder, you can again see how abuse affects kids, in ways that are very different but both bad.

#cotc #craig of the creek #sorry but i care A LOT about Xavier #also wow how did i not realize najja voices his sister!!! what

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aemiron-main · 7 months

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Some ST3 Opinions & Thoughts On ST3’s Use of Foreshadowing

Something that I really liked about S3 was the absence of Brenner & how the lab overall is less present, but those lab-created horrors are even more grotesque and in-your-face and present, alongside the lab foreshadowing/parallels (such as what I talked about here regarding the S3 hospital vs 1979 lab parallels).

Like, I don’t mean this in a “Brenner is BAD and i HATE HIM so im GLAD he wasnt in S3 way,” i mean it in a “even when Brenner is nowhere to be found, even when the lab is ‘shut down’ and dormant, the impacts of what the lab has done continue to ramp up,” way.

IMO, the absence of the lab and of Brenner (and therefore the absence of a single person/entity to easily pin the blame onto) does a great job at demonstrating the way that unethical science becomes a monster of its own & how even shutting down the lab & keeping Brenner at bay wasn’t enough to stop everything that’s happening.

I think it’s a great way to emphasize the way that the consequences of the lab’s experiments continue to echo and continue to impact people.

And jumping back to what I talked about in the beginning regarding the ST3 vs ST4 parallels and foreshadowing, I actually think that it’s partially that use of foreshadowing that makes it feel different/“”””out of place”””” compared to other seasons (although i do think that ST3 often being a contrast to prior seasons is exactly why it fits in place because S1 and S2’s vibes wouldnt be as noticeable/memorable if Every Season Was Like That & ST3 gives something to contrast ST1 and ST2 with), and the reason why I think that use of foreshadowing makes it feel different is because while EVERY season of ST has tons of foreshadowing, ST2 also has tons of direct connections to ST1 (even connections as subtle as spending a lot of shots in the Byers house, specifically in that hallway which was key to Will’s vanishing in S1), whereas while ST3 ABSOLUTELY has connections to previous seasons, we’re now moving into new locations etc etc, so those connections arent as constant as they were in S2. And so, as a result, the season becomes more future and foreshadowing-focused, but we dont recognize that when we watch S3 initially/for the first tike because we havent seen S4 yet.

Like, it’s very easy now to go back and see the absolutely insane number of highly specific parallels to S4 that exist in S3, but without the context of S4, a lot of those S3 scenes almost feel “useless”/emptier than they should.

And ST3 has so much time imagery and specifically “future” references that really just hammer home ST3’s use of foreshadowing/its focus on foreshadowing.

So, my main point here is that I think that while its totally fair to have a favourite season/prefer diff vibes/this isnt a criticism of that, I also think that approaching every single season of ST as if they’re entirely self-contained is where criticism of ST (and specifically S3) tends to be less effective- because S3 really is much, much better with the context of S4, like with the context of S4, S3 is absolutely rich with intricate foreshadowing (you can even foreshadow very specific things and names things from the S4 newspapers back in S3, such as what I talked about in this post), but that context and those intricacies are lost when you isolate every season and try to look at each season as a standalone story.

The Creel foreshadowing alone in S3 is absolutely constant- Heather Holloway is literally IN the Creel tub when she’s in the void!! But you’d have no way of knowing that on your first S3 watch through/without the context of S4.

I actually think it’s really neat that ST3, on the surface, is a very flashy and “obvious” and seemingly “surface level,” season, but then, when you dig deeper with the context of S4, it’s actually a season with an absolute ton of depth and foreshadowing and intricate connections.

#stranger things #martin brenner #hawkins lab #st3

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scepterno · 4 months

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based clone high opinion. i fucking haaaaaateeee how they did all of the og characters, feels like a total reversal from how they were in the original show. the writing is soso terrible and the romance thingy w/ scud is uninteresting af........ topher supremacy

cleo got the worst of it. if anything, her new personality is FAR more reductive for female characters than anything in the original season. they make jabs at the first season for being sexist and then go and write their female characters in a way thats even WORSE than it was a decade ago. how do you fuck up that badly????

poor abe also got fucked and that's entirely due to the new writing staff being a bunch of dumbasses with no grasp of his character at ALL. jesus fuck. topher is the only redeeming light for abe now (i havent watched all of season 2 reboot so i have no clue if that remains true given they were going to push a topher/joan thing?????)

fml how did we fall so far from grace. how did total drama do a better reboot than clone high?!?!?!

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justarandomgirly · 10 months

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I just saw the new Loki season 2 trailer! There's barely any Sylvie in it. Do you think they're just hiding her for now or do you think they actually listened to the fan reaction online and the new season is about Loki and not about her?

I havent watched it because I really stopped caring. Not only about him but about entire MCU. Season 1 broke me that badly.

I switched to content that:

- actually makes me happy instaed of stressing me out

- actually gives us lgbt representation not just queerbaiting

- where writers actually care about the characters

#anti loki #anti mcu #anti disney #anti marvel

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animereaderinsertwriter · 2 years

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Previous - Chapter 3 - Next - Masterlist - Playlist - Art - Ao3

Pairing: Izuku Midoriya x Reader

Rating: Explicit

Tags/Warnings: princess bride!AU, pirate!izuku, reader is in an arranged marriage with someone else, angst, smut, brief mentions of alcoholism and drinking too much, izuku spends some time as a prisoner of war, specifically as a galley slave, implied SA but not to yn or Izuku

A/N: fellas, finals season is upon us, so worst comes to worst, an update might not happen next weekend or the next. just know i havent forgotten this story, college will just be actively trying to murder me n i will be fighting for my life out there

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"So, what happened to Izuku once he got captured?" asked the little girl, swinging her feet. As ever, she seemed more interested in the action bits than anything else, and she looked up at her mother with wide, eager eyes, ready to devour more of the story.

"Terrible things," replied her mother, staring out in the direction of the ocean, watching as the waves crashed against the rocky shore. "Even the worst of luck does not account for what transpired during his captivity— only human cruelty could be responsible for such depravity."

"What's depravity?"

The mother looked down at her child, her eyes sad.

"It's—"

She paused, thinking.

"Depravity is evil," she said. "It's like the bullies in the schoolyard who grow up and haven't learned how to treat other people. Think of a kind of creature that takes what they want by force, and never gives a moment's thought to another being beyond what they can use them for— that, child, is depravity."

The girl chewed on the inside of her cheek, thinking.

"Like pirates?"

The mother shook her head.

"No," she murmured. "Like slavers. There is no greater depravity than to believe that one can possess another human soul— and, unfortunately, Izuku Midoriya learned that the hard way… "

***

Izuku would never forget the moment he woke to find himself bound hand and foot, thrown into the hold of a ship like so much cargo. The experience was a singular one, unlike anything else he had known before.

It was a turning point, a new beginning in his life— and not an entirely welcome one.

When Izuku regained consciousness, he was deep in the bowels of the enemy ship. Down there, in the baleful heat, it was dark as pitch and stank like hell. The pungent aroma of piss, sweat, and sick enveloped Izuku to the point of choking him; his head ached, and his neck and back protested against the hard, wooden floor on which he lay. Still, he wriggled and thrashed until he could feel something hit his boot, and he whispered,

"Kacchan. Kacchan! Are you there?"

Izuku swung his foot a bit too wide, and someone grunted.

"Deku? Is that your shitty foot that just kicked me?"

"Oh thank the gods," Izuku breathed, letting out a breath he hadn't known he'd been holding. "I thought— I thought—"

"Thinking is a waste of your fuckin' time, you moron," Bakugou shot back, and Izuku could hear him wriggling closer. "Come see if you can untie this rope.

A moment later, as Izuku and Bakugou were trying to regain their bearings, another voice whispered,

"Midoriya? Bakugou?"

It was Todoroki.

"We're here, Half-and-Half," said Bakugou.

There was a thud, and then:

"Ow!"

The newest voice, Izuku thought, belonged to the barber surgeon from earlier— Iida.

"I see you lads are new here."

This voice Izuku did not recognize. However, it was a distinctly feminine one, and he wondered how a woman had found herself in a place like this.

"You," said Todoroki, "where are we?"

"Aboard the bonny Sea Bitch," came the sardonic reply. "Gildur's pride and joy. They tossed you lot in here like a stinking sack of potatoes some time ago— I was starting to think you were dead."

"Shut up," Bakugou growled as he finally managed to press his back against Izuku's positioning himself so that the rope that bound his hands was pressing against Izuku's. "We're trying to get out of here."

There was a pause, then the voice said,

"You know, I liked you better when you were dead."

Izuku couldn't help himself. He gave a hysterical little laugh at that, and he heard it echoed by Todoroki a few feet away. Soon, they were both stifling their hysterics until Bakugou slammed his head backwards with such force that it knocked painfully against Izuku's, effectively sobering him.

"Work faster, you idiot," he growled. "If you don't shut the fuck up, they'll hear you!"

"It's useless, you know," said the feminine voice, once more rising to contradict Bakugou. "Even if you all get free before a patrol comes by— which you won't— you've no weapons, no armor. You'll never fight your way off of this ship."

"Still, we must try." There was some more shuffling, and Izuku imagined that Iida was trying to sit up. "Better to have fought and lost than not to have fought at all."

"Men— always willing to die for some cause or other," the voice spat. "How about putting your peckers away for a fucking minute and listening to what I have to say?"

All was silent for a heartbeat or two, and then Izuku spoke.

"Go on, then," he said. "What do you have to say?"

"They killed the last blokes what tried to escape. If you want to survive, make yourselves useful to them in some way— are any among you tradesmen?"

"I'm a medic," said Iida. "My Lord Todoroki is a nobleman, son of Lord Enji Todoroki, and an officer in the Florin navy, with education in the fields of—"

"You'll live," said the voice. "Your friend, Lord Cunt? Not so much."

Bakugou snorted at that, but Izuku elbowed him. They were all in the same boat now, both physically and metaphorically.

"Lord Cunt speaking," said the nobleman in question, "Do you know whose command this vessel is under?"

"I'm not sure of his government name, mate, but he calls himself Stain."

The name was unfamiliar to Izuku, but Todoroki grunted.

"It's well that it was him and not another that caught us," he said softly. "Stain is a man of ideals. If he can't trade or ransom us in some way to further the cause, then he'll kill us outright and be done with it. That's more than can be said for our other adversaries."

Izuku didn't know a thing in the world about Florin's politics, much less that of her enemies— why would he, being just the hired help?— but he trusted Todoroki to know what he was talking about.

"So how do we play this?" Izuku asked. "What information do we have to work with?"

"This is no game," said Todoroki harshly, "and we are not players. We are at this man's mercy, and we'll do what he asks of us insomuch as we can, short of betraying the crown."

Izuku swallowed.

"Fuck that," Bakugou swore. "There's got to be another way."

In the end, though, Todoroki was right. There was nothing they could do. Not when the guards came to check on them, throwing them a pail of water to lap from like dogs, and not days later, when they were brought out to stand before the captain, Stain— a tall, lanky man with wiry dark hair and a sharp jaw, prone to frowning.

"Shoto Todoroki," said Stain, coming to stand toe-to-toe with the young officer. "I see you're in command of a fine bunch of men. All hearty, hale, and good fighters too."

Todoroki said nothing, instead staring at the captain as if he hadn't spoken at all.

"Well, brat?" Stain insisted, his nose almost touching Todoroki's. "What do you have to say?"

Todoroki sniffed, somehow still disdainful despite being filthy and covered in the rank smell of piss.

"I have nothing to say to a man who will not address me by my proper rank— but these men are scum and worse besides. Proper company for your crew, I'd say."

Beside Izuku, Bakugou bristled— but Izuku stepped roughly on his foot. His instincts said that Todoroki was up to something, and something told Izuku that an outburst from Bakugou would be to their collective detriment.

"Hm. They seem fine enough to me. Does serving their motherland not suit them well enough?"

"The ungrateful cunts were money-hungry," Todoroki replied, his tone full of self-righteous spite. "Never enough food, never enough wine, never enough gold. They'd often complain and speculate that the grass was greener where you and your ilk grazed."

Stain huffed a laugh.

"So it is, boy, so it is. Me and my ilk quite like where we're standing." Stain backed away then, pacing down the line of them standing there. He stopped directly in front of Bakugou, looking him up and down like one might a strange statue with graven wonders. "As for you and yours, well, I'd love nothing better than to hold you for ransom and keel-haul the rest."

Izuku stiffened. He wasn't exactly sure what keel-hauling was, but it sounded like something he certainly didn't want to be a part of.

Todoroki raised a noble brow, stoic as ever.

"But?"

"But my compatriots are in need of more men to work in the galleys, so I'll be passing off the lot of you to the chain and the oar," said Stain, grabbing Bakugou by the wrist, curling his arm upward so that his bicep flexed, feeling the muscle there. "I mean only to ascertain the health and well-being of the lot of you before I make a gift of you to Kai Chisaki."

At that, Bakugou spat and hissed, yanking his arm away from Stain. Stain, however, took the motion in stride and cold-cocked him then and there. Bakugou— a large, sturdy man, even at their admittedly young age— was staggered, and Stain shook the pain from his hand.

"Oh, he will have fun breaking you," Stain said with a sickening grin.

"Eat shit," said Bakugou, and this time, he earned himself another punch and a pistol shoved beneath his jaw.

"One more word, foul or otherwise, and I'll paint the deck with your brains. As big and burly as you are, if you can't behave, you're better off dining with Davy Jones."

The captain spoke the words casually, but his meaning couldn't be more clear. Wisely, Bakugou kept his mouth shut, and Izuku breathed a quiet sigh of relief as Stain moved on.

One by one, he inspected the four of them, checking the muscles of their biceps, the calluses on their hands, even the color of their tongues and number of their teeth. Izuku numbly allowed the intrusive touches, thinking only of survival, thinking only of (Y/N) and the promise he made to her.

I will come back. I swear I will come back to you.

He missed her so much that it was a physical ache.

"You're lucky," said Stain, stepping back. "Those gashes on your face don't seem to be infected yet. I'll have my barber surgeon take a look.”

“If I may,” said Iida, stepping forward, “I’m a medic myself. Given the proper tools, I could—”

Stain grabbed Iida by the cheeks, mashing his face together with a single, giant hand.

“If you think I’d let you anywhere near a surgery, you must think I’m a fool. You won’t get your hands anywhere near a needle, scalpel, or chemicals. You’re no doctor now, boy. You’re a meat suit for propelling a ship— nothing more.”

Stain signaled for the guards to take the rest of them away, leaving Izuku alone with him.

“Walk with me,” he said, and Izuku followed.

Together, they made their way belowdecks. Izuku felt nervous, a bit seasick as he struggled with making it down the stairs with his arms tied behind him, hindering his balance— but then Stain began speaking to him, and he felt sick for a different reason.

“What is your name, boy?”

Izuku swallowed thickly.

“Izuku Midoriya, sir,” he said, then kicked himself for honoring this bastard with a sir.

Stain grunted.

“So you’re a no-name kid with a farmer’s tan and a look on your face that says you're about to piss yourself, and yet you cut down two of my men the other day like a hot knife through butter, before someone stopped you. I saw you do it, or I wouldn’t believe it myself.” Stain opened a door, waiting for Izuku to step inside. “The way I see it, that doesn’t make much sense. So tell me, plowboy— how did you end up here?”

Izuku allowed himself to be distracted by the barber surgeon, who directed him to take a seat on a long, red wooden table that once might have been brown before he answered. He was grateful for the time to think, but in the end, it was as Bakugou had predicted— thinking, it seemed, was a waste of his time. He was a man of action; lies did not become him. Instead, Izuku was better suited to honesty, so he said all he knew to be true.

“I’m in love with a woman,” he said, “but I had no money, no titles, and no land. I set out to make enough money to buy or earn those things which I lacked. That’s all.”

Stain laughed at him— a deep, belly-laugh that shamed Izuku, brought heat to his cheeks.

“It’s always a woman, isn’t it? Nothing better to destroy a man.”

The barber surgeon stepped in front of Izuku, obscuring his view of the captain as he dabbed the wounds on Izuku’s face with iodine, readying it to be sewed. Even so, Izuku was hardly finished with the conversation, and he boldly said,

“I love her. I swore I’d come back to her, and that’s a promise I intend to keep.”

The needle pierced Izuku’s flesh, but he resisted the pain readily enough, even as Stain laughed again.

“You won’t leave Kai Chisaki’s galley alive,” he said, “and even if you do, you’ll come home to find your love in bed with the man she told you not to worry about. Take my advice: if you ever get free, make something of yourself, but not for some wench. Seize life by the throat, and take what you want from that thieving bitch while you can.”

Izuku opened his mouth to say that perhaps Stain’s experience of “finding your love in bed with the man she told you not to worry about” was not because all women were fickle, but perhaps because Stain himself was such an ugly, mean sonofabitch, but the barber surgeon told him to hold still and stop talking. It was just as well; Izuku had the feeling that Stain wouldn’t have liked what he had to say very much anyway.

“This is going to scar,” said the medic. “If you had come to me earlier, or if you had pressed the edges of the wound together, it might have saved your looks, but as it is, there’s nothing I can do.”

Stain laughed again. Izuku was starting to hate that sound.

“Do you think your whore will even recognize you now?”

Rage burned within Izuku, the likes of which he had never felt before.

“She isn’t a whore.”

“Too right— a whore wouldn’t mind servicing a man with a fucked-up face. No self-respecting lass would have anything to do with a rough-looking, low-born bastard like you.”

Izuku inhaled, exhaled, dismissing the words from his mind— but even so, the scalpel on the surgeon’s table glinted in the corner of his eye, silver, tempting.

“Do you think she’s even given you a moment’s thought since you left?” Stain pressed, and Izuku began to tremble. “Do you think she will even care when you die in the belly of a ship, chained to your oar?”

Izuku did not trust himself to speak. He grit his teeth, locked his jaw. He would not give Stain the satisfaction of the outburst he wanted, and the medic’s needle was slipping into the fragile skin where his nose sloped upward toward his brow-line. He would be still. He would be silent.

“Face it,” Stain said, “You were never good enough for her. You were always unworthy from the start. She knew it, you knew it, and I know it.”

Unfit.

“You’re nothing but a plowboy, are you?”

Unworthy.

“A little piss-ant plowboy with a tiny, miserable c—”

Izuku snapped. Before he knew what was happening, the scalpel was in his bound hands and he slit the medic ear-to-ear. Warm blood splashed on his hands, chest, and face, and with the needle still stuck through the skin of his right brow, Izuku lunged at Stain, swinging the scalpel in an underhanded upward motion, aiming for the captain’s soft, squishy bits that would take poorly to piercing. With a cougar’s grace, Stain slipped aside in just enough time to avoid the blade, and the scalpel lodged itself in the counter behind him, bending from the force of Izuku’s strike. This time armed with nothing but his bare hands, Izuku lunged again, aiming to wrap his hands around Stain’s throat, but the captain was too fast. He drew his pistol and used the butt of it to strike Izuku down. Izuku fell hard, and Stain kicked him once, twice, three times in the ribs, then put his boot directly on Izuku’s cock, pressing down painfully against it. He primed his pistol, aimed it down at Izuku, and smiled.

“I should kill you here and now,” he grinned. “Oh, I should, I should— but it’s my own stupid fault for pushing you so hard when I knew what you were.”

He kicked Izuku between his legs, then— not with all of his strength, but with enough that Izuku was sick with the pain of it.

“You’re a mad dog, Izuku Midoriya— just like me. You’ve got rage pent up inside you, and you try to tell yourself that you’re a nice guy, a hero.” Stain chuckled. “You are anything but a hero.”

“No,” Izuku moaned, curling in on himself, but Stain pulled him up by his hair, forcing him to look in the small, beady eyes of the captain.

“Look at what you’ve done, plowboy— you just killed the man that was trying to help you. You did so for no other reason than that you were angry with me, that you wanted to make me stop,” he grinned. “Chisaki is going to pay money for you, plowboy, and you’re going to fight for him.”

For one, brief moment a spark of hope shot through Izuku— Would he be released if he made a deal? Would it be possible to somehow bargain his skills for his freedom?— but then Stain clarified, and like a rock, his heart sank to the pit of his stomach.

“You’ll be a star in the ring, I can already tell— you’ll beat a man to death with your bare hands if it means surviving long enough to get back to your lass.”

Stain shoved him away by his head, and Izuku thought he had never wanted to die more.

“No one will bet on you to start, mind. You look so weak and puny that it makes me sick— but then they’ll see. They’ll understand what you are just like I do, and you’ll make men rich.”

Izuku, horrified at this vision of the future, turned and tried to flee— but when he did, he tripped, his foot catching on the leg of the man he had killed only moments before. He vomited then, spewing his guts out on the floor of the surgery, and Stain laughed once more.

“Pathetic,” he said. “Stand up, plowboy. I’m going to sew up your face myself, and then you'll help me haul the poor bastard up for a proper funeral.”

And that’s just what happened. Numbly, Izuku did as he was directed, following every instruction without complaint. When it was all over, he was walked back to the cargo hold like a dog might be walked to a kennel. Despite the many and insistent questions from the others— What happened? Are you alright? Where did he take you? Why were you gone so long— Izuku sat there in the dark and refused to utter a single word of what had transpired, hoping his companions could not smell the blood on his shirt. Even so, there was some awkward shuffling, and Izuku felt one head drop on one of his shoulders, then a body flop over his feet, and after a moment more of weird, handless touching, another head dropped on his other shoulder, and Izuku realized that the others were trying to comfort him.

“We’re not going to get out of this alive,” came the soft, feminine voice from earlier, “So if you lot are doing what I think you’re doing, is it alright if I huddle in too?”

Izuku huffed a laugh.

“If it’s alright with the lads, I wouldn’t turn you away,” he said.

Todoroki— who was apparently pressed against his left side, from the vibration Izuku felt— added, “Come on over, love. Misery loves company, and there’s more than enough room.”

And so they all shuffled again, until Izuku felt another body press against his leg, then settle by his hip. A heavy head pressed against his thigh, and Bakugou grunted.

“Oi, bubble butt, move your arse off me.”

Izuku felt the wind from a scoff brush his breeches.

“My arse is quite nice I’ve been told, and my name is Ochako. If you want something, you can ask me nicely and by my given name.”

“Women,” Bakugou grumbled. “No sense of personal space between the lot of you.”

“Men,” Ochako shot back. “No brain between the lot of you— and if you’re not careful, hotshot, I’ll give you a cuddle.”

“Don’t touch me, bitch— ”

It was too late then. Izuku felt Ochako shift, and her head landed with a thud on what Izuku could only have assumed to be Bakugou’s thigh instead.

“Oi!”

“You’re warm,” Ochaco said softly, her voice changing its color to something more tender. “How are you so warm?”

“I run hot,” Bakugou returned, as sheepishly as Izuku had ever heard him speak, and Ochako let out a little laugh.

“So you do.”

There was one last shuffle, and Izuku heard Ochako give a satisfied little sigh. If Izuku had to guess, he’d say that Bakugou had adjusted to press more of his hot skin against her, and Izuku was abruptly, absurdly jealous of the comfort he took from the woman between them, whose aforementioned bubble butt was now pressed against Izuku.

He missed (Y/N).

He missed home.

He wished he had never left the farm.

I will come back to you, he swore, remembering sweet smiles, the soft curves of her body, and what he had refused her. I will come back.

***

“That’s awful,” said the little girl, rubbing her eyes. “Really bad.”

The mother nodded, but a smile teased at the corner of her mouth.

“I think we had better stop,” she said. “Someone is getting sleepy.”

Her daughter shook her head, though she yawned.

“We can’t end there,” said the girl. “That’s the bad part! We have to keep going until we get to the good part.”

The good part was a good ways away yet— but even so, the mother supposed it was better to tell a whole story than half of one.

“Very well,” she said, “but we’ve got to leave Izuku there for now. We’ve got to meet someone new.”

“Humperdinck!”

The mother laughed.

“Yes, Humperdinck. While Izuku was languishing in Gildur’s captivity, the Prince of Florin had his own ideas about what was to be done about the war, and how Florin was losing it… ”

***

“We’re losing,” said Prince Humperdinck, looking at the map spread out before him.

“Well, yes,” said Count Rugen, the prince’s closest advisor.

“We should not be losing, Count. We outnumber them three to one, and our navy is vastly superior to—”

“Yes, well, the men’s morale is low,” the Count replied, glancing meaningfully at the prince. “They’ve somehow gotten it in their head that Florin is the aggressor in this war.”

Which, of course, it was.

“Preposterous,” said Humperdinck. “Everyone knows of Gildur’s crimes against the crown.”

The two of them had taken great pains to orchestrate them, after all.

“I am well aware, Your Highness. Even so, the men may possibly feel that this is a dispute better settled between two men than two countries.”

Humperdinck sniffed. Foolish peasants, getting ideas.

“Then we must convince them otherwise.”

“Of course, Highness.”

“I presume you have a suggestion for how to achieve this?”

“If Your Highness will permit me,” the count replied, “I would like to suggest that you acquire a wife.”

“Interesting,” Humperdinck admitted. “Why?”

“Because,” said the count, “having a woman agree to marry you is proof that you are, in fact, a tolerable being— and, if you choose one from among the people, they will love you for it, because they will believe that you are capable of loving them.”

Humperdinck hummed.

“Are we in such dire straits? I do abhor the idea of both commoners and marriage.”

“Oh, it wouldn’t be a permanent situation. Gildur would obviously be so outraged by your newfound popularity that they would murder your wife on your wedding night.”

“Obviously.” Humperdinck fiddled with the border of his cape, intrigued. “How long can we afford to fight this war and continue to lose?”

“A year or two, no more.”

Humperdinck nodded, considering.

“So when would you suggest we commence with this plan?”

“If things do not improve? A year, perhaps. I would begin my search now if I were you, Your Highness.” The count made a face. “It is rather difficult to find a common woman who doesn’t leave a sour taste in the mouths of the esteemed.”

“Very well,” said Humperdinck. “I’ll begin a tour of the kingdom in six month’s time.”

“Wonderful,” said the count.

The two men looked at each other with matching cheshire grins. Damn, it was good to be a prince.

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