#i push my problems onto him and project my issues to him

[forcemeanakin]

𝗙𝘂𝗰𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗯𝗼𝘆𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱 ('𝘀 𝗱𝗮𝗱) - 𝗣𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝟯

•WARNINGS: SMUT. Age gap !!! Infidelity kink !!! (you’ve been warned, so if you do not agree pls leave because I’ll delete any hateful comments about this) Actual cheating. Dirty talk, teasing and sex in a public space, voyeurism, praising kink, bit of degrading, handjob (m and f receiving), oral sex (f receiving). Mentions of an unhappy relationship/divorce/troubled marriage.

Pairing: dilf!Anakin Skywalker x female!reader.

Series Summary: Luke takes you home for Life’s Day. On the edge of giving up on you two, Skywalker manages to light up a fire inside of you again. Problem is… wrong Skywalker.

Part One - Part Two

Part Three Summary: How could Mr. Skywalker resist such a pretty little thing like yourself when you come into his workshop with dessert?

Word count: 4.1 K.

A/N: NOT PROOFREAD, english is my second language, so please be gentle. If there are any mistakes, pls let me know in private so I can correct them, thanks :) Also I have a serious issue between differentiating “in” and “on” situations, so bare with me lmao. 

Thank you so much for the comments in my last post! Your excitement makes me want to write even more :) seriously thank you! And I'm sorry if I forgot to tag someone, pls let me know if I missed you!

“You missed dessert.”

It took Anakin a second to realize that he wasn’t delusional, that your voice wasn’t a product of his imagination.

You were here, in his workshop. 

With actual pie.

“Shouldn't you be upstairs, Y/n? It 's pretty late.” Anakin spoke without disconnecting his attention from the welding happening in his project.

You delayed your response, walking towards him and placing the plate on the counter, sliding it to him. Elbows on the surface, you supported your head on your knuckles, widening your eyes in innocence in case he indulged in looking up. 

“I could ask that as well.” You got closer, taking a spot at his left side to admire the precision in which he was attaching cables. “Life Day's morning is tomorrow, we should be up pretty early. We’re also going skating.”

Anakin scrunched his face like he had forgotten about it and he was not eagerly expecting the trip.

“You can’t not go, it’s our last day here.” You murmured with a velvety voice, sending goosebumps through his spine. 

“I’ve seen that fucking lake enough for a lifetime. I’m sure I won’t miss much.” He stuck his tongue out, inching his head forward to appreciate his manual work better.

“You’ll miss me.”

Anakin, having everything on the line, was too careful not to slip and fall. Because of that, your grand gestures and obvious advances were deflected by him every single time. Except that one time he did indulge. That one time where you weren’t even trying and he, by his own doing, fell into temptation. Only when commands a situation, or when he thinks he is, he lets himself free fall into his instincts.

“I’ll miss you.” You added, playing with the little metal panel that seemed the right size to fit the droid part he was fixing. 

“I don’t think you miss me when you have Luke’s tongue down your throat.”

He bit the words, gripping the tool with more force in between his fingers, clearly upset. You hid a playful smirk.

“That’s when I miss you the most.” You whispered, grazing his ear shell with your lips, caressing the pull-up sleeve from his shirt.

He tensed at the ministration, blinking fast to return to his previous state of concentration, “To all of this, where’s your boyfriend? Doesn’t he have a promise to fulfill?”

Honestly, it was your fault for trusting Luke’s empty words. Again. But you were enjoying Anakin’s visible jealousy.

“Luke wanted to go straight to sleep… said he was stuffed from dinner. Not a lot of energy to do anything.” You briefly whined with a voice so low, Anakin could barely hear you with the noise of the machine.

So he stopped, pushing himself back onto his chair so he could look up to you without obstacles. His chair was set just a few inches lower to work better. Anakin’s eyes followed your figure from head to toe, casually lingering on the bit of skin that showed from the slit of your attire. Just like at the dinner table, he was struggling and was unsure that he would be able to escape harmlessly this time.

“I’m kind of jealous to be honest.” You mumbled, staring at the mess of parts, walking until you were in between him and the counter. Trapped in between his spreading legs, your chest was right on his eye line and you hadn’t changed your dress. “I wish I was stuffed as well.”

Gulping harshly, Anakin built up the strength to stare at your intense gaze, basically condemning himself. Because the minute he saw the hungry spark shining from them, he knew there wasn’t a single bone in him that would deny you if you asked for him again. 

His strong, yet shy hand, climbed up your leg like a moth to a flame until he was able to grasp the fat of your thigh. Feeling your softness against his palm had him on the edge of staining his pants. With a little pull from his part, it took you mere seconds to obey his silent command and sit on his lap. Anakin’s curious hand continued to brush your bare leg, rejoicing in the way your breath would accelerate when his hand went up and how you bit your lip whenever it came down. 

It also didn’t help that his other arm was wrapped around your waist, thumb miming the motion of his hand, but on your hip, trapping you in his embrace. Expectant of what would be his next move, you shyly waited for whenever he would peel his eyes from your slit and reciprocate the attention, this time on your face. 

On your lips. 

Like he was reading your mind, Anakin’s eyes slowly moved up your curves until he met your needy orbs, noses softly grazing each other at the proximity. Breath getting out of control at the shift of energy, warmth expanding all over your skin and clit throbbing in anticipation. You deviated your eyes momentarily to sneak a peek of the deliciously rich piece of pie laying on the table and he benefited from the newly acquired angle to caress your throat with his lips.

“Just a taste?” You murmured, looking at him through your eyelashes, intentionally inching closer to brush his lips with yours.

Was he going to do it? Take the next step?

Would he dare?

Would you dare?

Surpringsily, Anakin nodded swiftly, leaning into the intoxicating pull of your mouth. “Just a taste.”

Anakin’s lips tasted so much better the second time around, it tasted like victory. And you made it a personal goal of yours to show him how grateful you were that he finally caved in. Wasting no time, in case he changed his mind, your hands found their home in Anakin’s curls, the silky feeling of them a new aphrodisiac to you and apparently to him, by the way he was growling at your clasp.

His sneaky tongue barely asked for permission when it was already intruding into your mouth, licking everything on its way. Giving up on trying to take the lead, you surrendered to his rough pace and enjoyed the delicious sensation of his warm, wet tongue against your lips. Anakin would take advantage of your dumb state and hanging mouth to suck however he pleased, smirking because the only thing your mind could process was imitate his dirty moves. Until he bit your bottom lip, making sure your brain wasn’t already melted before he could even start ruining you.  

When you pulled his hair, only because he had taken the party downstairs and was violently grabbing your ass, it was like you had awakened a beast. Out of nowhere, Anakin stood up, holding you by your thighs and placing you on the surface of his tool table. His shirt’s buttons were discarded early in the makeout session, granting you the space necessary to roam your palms all over his strong pecs and firm shoulder blades. And when you tried to wrap your legs around his waist, hinting right where you wanted him, he clasped his fists around your ankles, spreading you open without breaking the liplock. He was even more aggressive with the leverage his height gave him.

“Just a taste…” He grunted again, lifting up the skirt of your dress until it was tangled enough to give him a good view of your thong. He clicked his tongue at the sight of your spicy choice of underwear. “Almost like you had planned it all along.”

Shamelessly, so outrageously shameless, you drifted your legs further apart, making him snicker. 

“Well, did you?” He wandered, sliding your damped panties down your legs.

“I haven’t stopped thinking about you since yesterday.” You breathed out, shivering at the breeze fanning your burning core. “I’ve never wanted something so bad.” Urged eyes glued directly to Anakin’s groin. 

Anakin grinned a triumphant smile. That could’ve easily been a lie, but he doubted it. He recognized a brat when he saw one. Holding your foot like it was a delicate piece of glass, Anakin set the nibbling starting point right on your ankle and followed a beeline straight to your weeping cunt. His hot breath made you shiver in anticipation, whimpering to show off your desperation in case this would reach his sensible side.

“When was the last time you had an orgasm before me, baby? Without doing it yourself?” He breathed, roaming his hands up your legs, the contact so rough and intimate  at the same time.

You hated that question, it embarrassed you. 

“Mmm… Uhh-” You thought out loud, mind going blank as Anakin’s smooches went higher up. “F-four months?” You hissed.

“You’ve been dating Luke for three.” He did the math in his head. 

Oh.

Your face turning in shame had his eyes widening.

It would be a lie if Anakin said that he wasn’t mad at his son for dragging the Skywalker name in the mud. For keeping such a needy thing like yourself restricted from gratification. With how sexual you were, four months were an eternity. Nonetheless, Anakin was a fixer and you were his next project.

“Desperate little thing, aren’t you? This slutty pussy can’t wait to have something inside of it. Anything.” Anakin mocked you, testing your sanity as he delayed contact with your core by redirecting his foreplay into the inner side of your thighs.

“That’s not true.” You fought with a trembling voice, observing how Anakin got closer and closer to delivering exactly what you wanted. “I only want you, d-”

The forbidden word. You almost spilled it.

“-sir.” You corrected in time, catching Anakin’s mocking glint. “Only you, please.”

Anakin’s face twisted in pleasure when his finger dived inside you, giving him a warm welcome, impossibly slick. You hugged his pumping digit tightly, getting even wetter at this fascinated expression. Anakin hadn’t felt such a lubricated canal in so long, his head almost exploded at the million possibilities with such an easy pussy: His cock would slide right in, be suffocated by your clenching walls just like his finger was... 

That had him dropping on his knees, starting to eat you out like he was starved. Just like you predicted. Nose deep, no hesitation to blow your slobbering cunt with abandon, moaning right on your core when he had the very first taste of your flavor. So sweet. Just like he predicted.

“Oh- oh!” You whimpered at the first clean lick he gave you, quivering like a virgin because it had been too long since someone showed you love there. 

Anakin’s tongue had the knowledge and patience none of the guys your age had. Every motion was so passionately delivered, so intentional. No rush, no fast lapping to get you off quickly. Anakin knew exactly what would have you shaking with pleasure and wasn’t scared to spend his time getting to know every hidden, sticky spot. In fact, it seemed like he enjoyed taking his sweet time with his face buried in your exposed core. 

It was the hottest shit you’d ever seen.

You were riled up by the precise technique with which he knew exactly how to pleasure your opening, sucking on your lips like they were the meal and not a measly pit stop. But what had you speechless, just at a loss of words, was the way he didn’t hesitate to dip his face into your heat with fervor. As he planted open mouth kisses to your slit, face fully covered by your juices, he only pulled back to spit on top of your clit and play with the liquid slob on top of your bundle of nerves. 

No grimaces, no disgust faces, just utter fascination by your reactions and your pussy.

“Such a sweet thing.” Anakin whispered, flattening his tongue and lapping over your mound. “Careful, I might not let you leave.”

Please don’t. You replied inside your head.

Anakin’s sounds of approval and delight made this whole experience even more sinful. Something about the idea of him enjoying cheating on his wife touched a nerve inside of you, something so wild and dangerous: You had another woman’s man in between your legs and he was enjoying being of service to you. You arched your back at the naughty thought, something Anakin didn’t appreciate because it moved you from the angle he had specifically situated you on; he had already discovered the spot that had your toes curling.

The power rush combined with Anakin's attention to your clit had a knot forming on your abdomen. Supporting yourself on your elbows, you looked down at Anakin’s work, not wanting to miss the scenario in front of you, in case you climaxed earlier than anticipated. But what you saw only pushed you closer to said ending. Anakin was playing with your clit like a cat with a toy, giving rapid licks that had your head spinning, while staggering eager sucks onto your nub. Anakin’s lips enveloped your clit with such care, only to roughly slurped on it, only backing down until he heard you whining. Or moaning his name. Whichever came first. 

“Anakin-” You bravely attempted to cry his name, unsure of his reaction. 

Anakin took the opportunity to analyze your flustered image, his gaze inevitably drawn to your falling cleavage, given that he was pulling down on the fabric by shouldering your legs. He could see the top of your boobs spilling from your undergarments and he dreamed of the looks of them. How perky they would be, how firm and squeezable they must be. Fantasizing about your young tits had him rolling his hips against the wooden leg of the table.

If Anakin locking your legs around his shoulders to dig deeper into your cunt wasn’t enough to have you convulsing, his tongue breaching into you and maneuvering it like it was actually fucking you, did.

“Anakin, I’m close- Oh,” You could barely hold yourself, deciding to lean limp against the hard surface, waiting for Anakin to sweep you off your feet with an outstanding orgasm. 

“That’s right, you’re gonna come on my tongue. How does that feel?” Anakin pushed, squeezing your ass and bringing your core over to him to devour. Like the certified slut you were, you rocked your hips against his face, relishing on the massage his nose inflicted on your most sensitive part. “Fucking your boyfriend’s dad face. This has to be a world record.”

Anakin stared at you over your mound, drinking the heavenly sight of your face contorting in ecstasy by his doing. Such a pretty, young thing, so slick and wet… coming undone by his tongue. And his tongue only. 

“Such a slut… my slut.” He degraded you with darkened eyes, amazed at how those words only had you trembling harder. “Only wanting to come on my tongue, by my cock. Isn’t that right?”

You nodded, taking the little spaces he gave you in between words to fight off the pending peak; you didn’t want this to be over. You needed more from him, you needed everything. 

“Y-yes!” You closed your eyes, preparing yourself for the familiar wave of satisfaction. 

“Yes, what?” Anakin teased.

Would you dare?

“Yes, daddy!” You screamed when your climax toppled you over. 

Anakin had the minimal kindness of not rubbing your choice of words on your face as you came over his fingers, dripping not only on his hand, but his table. This climax in particular had you weak; the aftershocks prolonged for more than you were used to and legs trembled as if you had just worked out. It could have been because you hadn’t had one in so long, or maybe because of his skillful tongue. Probably a combination of both. But truth be told, it was the best orgasm of your life. 

Even with dizzy eyes you could spot the bulge twitching inside his fitted pants. He had promised you just a little taste, but it was so unfair to leave him like that. Right?

Right?

Boosting yourself up, you directed your hand straight to his waistband, actively searching to fish his cock. 

“What are you doing?” Anakin questioned but did little to no effort to stop your wandering touch. 

You didn’t give an answer, instead lips pouted with a fixed stare, you let your actions speak for you. After unbuckling his belt, you loosened his pants, being faced with the opportunity of a lifetime. Anakin sucked his breath in when he saw your nails dipping under the elastic of his underwear, shaky exhales at the expectation of contact. You were unaware of it, you wouldn’t even believe it, but it had been a while for him too. Besides his own hand, he hadn’t known the touch of someone else in so long and Padmé didn’t even do the trick by now. 

So when Anakin saw your widened eyes as you scope up his erection from its confinements, he felt the same rush he used to savor with other conquests whenever Padmé and he were on a on-and-off break. But this was better, so much more electric. Your surprised gasp at his big cock elevated his ego to new highs. It just confirmed what he already knew: that you’ve dealing with stupid boys, when you deserved a real man. 

And Anakin was exactly that. 

His eagerness pushed you to envelope your hand around his shaft with more confidence, your fingers struggling to meet around it because of the delicious girth. Anakin let go as soon as he felt you tugging his length, crumbling on your shoulder, barely supporting himself on the edge of the table at each side of your hips. Being the big man he was, you didn’t expect Anakin to be so vocal during sex, but fuck were you wrong. Whimpers started to spill from his lips, landing right on your ear. It was the most exquisite sound you’ve heard. 

It was just so hot to have him completely surrender to you, to the will of your hand. Gladly, you pumped harder and faster, expecting to hear more of his inviting sounds. Having the upper hand encouraged you to try and lead the situation, turning his head by his chin with two fingers, sucking in his bottom lip as a first move before properly kissing him. Jacking him off while he still had his pants on, had you squeezing your thighs, the sight turning on a switch for you.

He followed your initiative and dipped his very own fingers to take care of you again. He would do it as many times as you needed, just for his own amusement. Closing his eyes, he sighed in content when his digits were fully installed inside of your warm walls. 

“That’s it, that’s the stuff.” He smiled into the words, making you cry even louder at the intrusion. He couldn’t stop praising you, he was too fascinated by you. “Always so wet for me. Fuck, yes. So wet and slick, ready to let me in. I adore this young pussy.”

You sobbed at the last words he pronounced, Anakin cracking a wicked grin. He was mesmerized by how unfiltered and vulgar your dark side turned out to be. Finally a worthy opponent.

Anakin and you worked on each other until you were both grazing the edge: sloppily kissing, moaning on each other's mouths and exchanging the same air by just how close you were. The scene replicated the rush and eagerness of a young couple who couldn’t keep their hands off each other’s pants. It was so intimate, yet distant at the same time.

Because he wasn’t technically fucking you his conscience weighted a bit less. Using that logic, Anakin found comfort that, as long as you two kept your shenanigans at hand stuff, there was no reason why he should be called a cheater. It was two people exchanging favors.

It was him shaking you off his system.

“A-Anakin, you make me feel so good. Please.” You squealed when he circled around your clit with his thumb as his thick fingers worked in and out of you. 

“Next time you touch yourself, you’ll think of these fingers, you’ll think of me.” Anakin grunted, flicking your nub without care. He relished on the little scream you let out.

Anakin felt the exciting clench when he inserted his third finger in, your contorted face tattling you anyway. That was good news, because he was close too. It was hard for him not to when you were looking like sin itself with your dress discarded at waist level, cheeks flushed and mouth hung open, begging to be fucked by his tongue. 

Anakin wanted to grip you, rip you apart, crush you under the weight of his desire. He needed to have all of you in order to move on, so the next half of his life was spent dreaming about the feeling of you, as an alternative of a lifetime simply wandering. And as much as he wanted to extend this moment forever, your constant spasms were threat enough to let him know release was right around the corner.

Gushing on him again, you felt your body going limp. Smiling to the ceiling, you thought about how Anakin had ended your miserable drought with two winning orgasms. It was so intense, you were actually ashamed of how many unholy sounds you squealed but it didn’t make sense why a simple hand job would feel so good.

Flipping onto your stomach at the speed light, Anakin needily pulled up the bottom of the dress until your ass was bare and exposed for him to fondle as he pleased, panting frantically. You didn’t even felt ashamed when he split you open; you offered yourself to him even more and he fucking loved it.

He fucking loved how shameless you were, how excited for his attention you got. A breath of fresh air, that was you. 

But right when Anakin was about to give into his darkest desires, right about to cross the line between wrong and utterly wrong, gripping the edges of the table while trembling as his cock sat an inch away from your entrance…

Just one little push and he would taste heaven.

Just one little thrust and he would know glory in the purest form. 

The debate raged inside of him, a bead of sweat falling from his temple. He was only torn away from his mental debate when your impatient orbs peep from over your shoulder. 

“Please.” You whined, shaking your ass to entice him. “P-please do it, daddy. I’m begging, I really am.” 

Knees weak, Anakin was about to cave.

Just one swing of his hips. Just one tiny buck-

Another whine came out of you, but a disappointing one, this time provoked by Anakin jacking himself off until he was covering your heart-shaped cheeks with the viscous liquid you desperately wanted to swallow. Holding your jaw so you would make eye contact with him, Anakin put two cum-covered fingers in front of you, almost spurting a second time when your eyes rolled at the back of your head at the taste. His jizz was as good as dessert, for fuck’s sake.

But things come to an end.

“This can’t ever be known.” Anakin finally picked himself up from behind you, buttoning his pants as he shook his head, clearing his throat. It felt like he was talking to himself,  “This- uhm, this never happened. Never happened...”

“But it did. And I liked it.” Not fixing your dress so he would be greeted by your perky nipples, you turned to face him. “In fact, I loved it. I kinda want more.” You tilted your head, eyeing his groin without a filter. “Don’t you want more, daddy?” You had found a weak link and Anakin was making absolutely no effort to hide the effects of the word on him. 

Of course he wanted more. He wanted everything. Especially when you were staring at him with those eyes, and that hair, and those tits- God, those firm, perky tits were getting to him.

The phone he had installed for inner communication inside the house rang. It was Padmé calling him to sleep, the noise from his workshop disturbing her dreams. A nerve-wracking feeling took over you as soon as the phone call ended, you evidently awaiting for his next statement. 

He would either stay or leave. As simply as that. 

In or out?

When Anakin took one bite of the pie as he fixed his eyes on you, you smirked as a mirror of his own smile. 

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[escapingrealtiylovinginsanity]

Jay Halstead: The Man Who Loves Her 

The link to the song that inspired this is here. This was healing for me to write. I hope everyone finds someone who will defend and protect them like Jay Halstead.  

Warnings: Daddy issue & alcoholism  

The bar was a hole in the wall. It was dingy but Jay had been in worse for work. Unfortunately, this unsavory stop had nothing to do with his job, and he knew he couldn’t get this bastard to bend to his will by flashing his badge. He knew he would get no satisfaction out of the encounter, more likely to be more pissed off than anything. 

He saw his target sitting at the bar in a dark corner. A beer was in his hand still chilled and two more empty next to him. Jay took a breath and then another to calm his anger.  

An attempt that failed. 

He charges over to the man with purpose and clears his throat. The man in front of him grunts. It pushes Jay’s buttons a little too well. He clears his throat again louder, and this time when he gets the same response, he slams his hand a little too roughly on the man's shoulder. It has the intended effect; the man turns to growl at Jay. “Do I know you?” 

“You would have if you had bothered to show up tonight.” The man sighs heavily and turns forward waving his hand in a clear dismissal as he takes another sip of a beer. Jay feels the anger start to bleed into fury. He let a breath out of his nose. He sits down on the stool next to the man. He grabs the bottle that's up to the other man's lips and slams it back onto the bar. Foam and beer spurts on the bar top. Eyes flash towards the disturbance. 

“Listen,” His tone is low and with a razorblade edge. “This isn't some shit that you get to wave away. She waited for you for hours. What the fuck was the point of making plans with her if you had no intention of showing up?” Your father glances down refusing to make eye contact with Jay’s icy blue gaze. “No, I was the one who pushed her to meet up with you again. The least you can do is look me in the eyes and talk to me man to man.” Jay slams his hand down the bar top when the man's stubborn gaze still refuses to meet his. His gaze shoots up at the noise. 

 More curious looks but Jay didn’t give a fuck about the scene he was causing. “You're a real piece of work, you know that.”  

“I tried my best,” Jay scoffed, his hands unconsciously turning to fists. 

“Your best? Bailing out of her when she needed you as a kid? Whirlwining in and out of her life for her early twenties? Not even being able to keep a fucking dinner that you invited her to? If that’s your best, I hate to see what you not caring looks like.”  

“It was just a bad time- a rough day- she will understand. She always does.” Jay was practically vibrating with anger.  

Your father hadn’t seen your doubt on his return. Hadn't heard you wave off the possibility of getting together. He hadn’t been there when Jay persuaded you into making those plans thinking it would be good for you- thinking it would help mend fences. He hadn’t seen the indifference turn to uncontrollable tears as the time passed in the restaurant. He didn’t know the fallout of his actions. The trust issues you had. The inability to believe that someone would stick around. He didn’t get crushed by the lack of self-confidence you had.  

Jay did. 

He was the one who had to heal the wounds that your father had left etched into your heart. The slow pace and the backtracking in your relationship. He had thought that he understood the problems you had with your dad. That he knew the pain that your dad had caused you. He now knew that you had downplayed the severity. You had clearly given him more than the benefit of the doubt. He felt like a complete asshole for pushing. His father’s death and the damage it had caused him were projected onto you instead.  

“We will try to get together again-” The beer never far from his fingertips returned to his lips to take another long pull. It was compulsory and Jay wanted to break his fingers.  

“No.” Jay growled definitely.  

“Now son,” 

“I’m not your son. And if you think for one second that I’m going to put her through this again, you're out of your damn mind. I wasn’t under the impression that you would try to fix everything, but I thought you would at least let her know that what happened wasn’t her fault.” 

“She knows that. She knows I love-”

Jay scoffs and gets up to leave. Your father doesn’t call after him or even acknowledge that he has got up to leave. Jay only takes a step before turning around. “You know I pity you. Your daughter is the most amazing person. Smart, funny, and pretty. She is sensitive but tough. A better person than I will ever be.” Jay reached into his back pocket. “I love her, and I get to go home to her tonight, and every other night of my life. But you? You’ve been damned from it, and you have no one to blame but yourself. Don’t call her again until you want to be a father.” Jay throws a twenty on the bar where it absorbs the spilled beer. “Here, the next round is on me.”  

Jay doesn’t look back as he exits the bar.    

[sleepanonymous]

I just want to put in my two cents on the whole band identity thing since stuff is going around atm: As far as I am aware, please feel free to correct me if I am wrong, Vessel and the rest of the band have never explicitly stated that the masks are supposed to hide their identities for safety purposes.

Vessel said in that Metal Hammer interview that music is pushed based on who or who isn’t in a band, and that their identities are unimportant. To me, this says that their masks are a form of commentary against the popularity contest/politics within the modern music industry.

Not doxxing/harassing/doing other harmful behaviors to the band members should be the bare minimum and common sense, but of course, people have shown us and the band otherwise and I understand that has made some within the fandom become even more protective/vigilant with information related to the identities in the band.

That being said, I personally don’t see any issue with knowing who they are if you want to know and it shouldn’t be looked down on within the fandom. I think there can be a respectful divide between those who know and those who don’t want to. I found out by accident, but knowing what I know has given me a much deeper appreciation for Sleep Token in all of its iterations in a way I don’t think I would have gotten to otherwise.

I think some fans feel as though they’re betraying the band by knowing their identities and I disagree with that level of stigma. I can’t imagine any of the guys being offended about their fans looking into past projects/bands they’ve been involved in, and having huge support from all of us if one or more members decided to do a solo feature for another band would be incredible!

In my opinion, I think we need to reframe how their identities are handled within the fandom at large: they’re not in witness protection, they just prefer for their audience to put the majority of their focus on the music instead of the people playing it. It’s obvious that Vessel takes great pride in his craft and, based on the MH interview, it seems like his main goal here is to have his music speak for itself instead of becoming another soulless corporate shill. Just something for all of us to consider and I’d love to know your thoughts as well.

Worship.

So sorry it took a few days to respond to this ask. I wanna be a little less subjective to give you a platform, Anon, but you are correct in the fact that Vessel and the band never said their anonymity was explicitly for safety (although there’s a valid argument that that is a given assumption, as you also stated).

If needed for context, the quote from the Amped Up Kerrang Article (idk if you meant this article, Anon, or if Ves said something in one of the Metal Hammer ones and I forgot; lmk in another ask or dm and i’ll add to this post):

“Art has become entangled with identity,” Him says of the band’s anonymity. “The aim is to provide something people can engage with without being obstructed by the identity of its creator. The true identities behind Sleep Token are irrelevant. Our identity is represented through the art and music itself.”

I do believe their anonymity is both a device for creating more powerful music as well as a clever way to market the band. Humans are naturally curious and we are drawn to mysteries. Its interesting to see how it has morphed into this beast of those who know and those who do not (and those who do know, pretend they do not, and then ostracize those who do know while also creeping in online spaces they should definitely not know about if not knowing identities mattered that much to them). The band’s anonymity has created a fanbase full of toxic interactions that I’m certain they never intended to cause.

I don’t fault any fan for their views, or if they choose to seek out identities or not. I only have a problem with it when views are forced onto others maliciously.

[ultimateplaylistmaker]

Got a tag on my post about how Makoto becoming principal in dr3 is in character that argues that while it is in character, it’s not in character for the themes of the franchise as a whole and is a rather surface read of the ideas. This rubs me the wrong way as first of all Kodaka was involved, he was the supervisor of the project, Makoto becoming principal would have fallen under his decision. As well as the fact it carries onto v3 so dismissing it as a failure to understand the themes is just incorrect. Kodaka knows his themes for his own series.

Danganronpa always has had a theme of circular violence, trauma repeats when one doesn’t take the time to truly heal for it. Whether it be Mondo killing Chihiro, the Warriors of Hope’s everything, the constant use of amnesia as a plot point, the final chapter twist of v3. The circular nature of unhealed trauma and despair is very much a theme. Not repeating cycles is something portrayed as not easy and taking a lot of strength even back in the first game, it’s not easy to end the killing game, to finally truly bow away from the game and it’s sadism and find a new path.

The recreation of Hope’s Peak falls fully in line with the themes of abuse, manipulation, and dependency around Hope’s Peak we see time and time again in the story, the fact that it isn’t so easily stamped out, was always present. Future Foundation’s focus on talent is even shown in goodbye despair emails we see and how they treated the remnants before they realized they were remnants. The lack of respect for Makoto is also shown in said emails. Nothing about future foundation we really learn in dr3 goes against this.

If anything Hope’s Peak staying gone would have been a bigger betrayal of the themes of how structural injustice is a constant problem. See everything about Ishimaru’s FTEs and his hatred of the word genius and the idea of talent. While some of Hope’s Peaks actions get criticized, the characters struggle to see the full picture of the school itself being an issue because everyone trusted and loved the school.

Things get shoved onto Junko, or dismissed as a personal issue of one group or person and not an inborn issue because Hope’s Peak has always kept at least the image of perfection and privilege to the world, and after another killing game, where he almost lost Kirigiri, almost killed himself, and had to witness nearly everyone else in future foundation die, raw and guilty snd unhealed, it makes full sense for the themes of the story that he gravitates back towards Hope’s Peak, the source of it all, and rebuilds it, starting the cycle up again because he was never allowed to heal from it and thus familiar and stable.

In DR3 we learn fully well just how unhealed Makoto is, he’s a very haunted person constantly being pushed to extremes for survival and constantly as all times being reminded of how he’s supposed to be the Hope. Him recreating the school of his trauma is extremely in line with how the circular violence is shown to us. Especially if we take in v3s story and show how it resulted in yet another killing game farther down the line, with Makoto being placed in the same position Jin was in the videos, asking his students to leave everyone and everything they ever knew forever for the chance of survival and hope for everyone through the arc, with them too going through the same kind of memory erasure as Makoto did when they find out it was never that simple and death was already inside. I am aware the it’s all fiction makes this kinda confusing but I’m focusing more on the story tsumugi was telling before it fully broke down and how it relates into danganronpa’s themes

Makoto’s optimism is a point of contrast to the darkness that both shows why he could become Hope but why he also fails to grasp how fucked up everything was from the start. It’s to be taken side by side with the truth of the school from the audience, purposeful contrast, not a denial of the darkness. He is the innocent bystander, the fool card, he simply does not see, and in turn, cannot call out what is hiding in plain sight

Dr3 just has more focus on Hope’s Peak to the audience. The cruelty of the system and the fact Makoto rebuilds it are taken side by side in DR3, but whenever Makoto is in scenes or Hope’s Peak, he’s sheltered, his eyes turned away from the darkness. Even when others attempt to force him to see, his luck or someone else swoops in to protect him from it. Makoto is actively protected by the plot from being allowed to see the themes of cruelty and hate that permeates the system. He is very much kept purposefully blind by the story, because his thematic role is as an embodiment of Hope’s Peak, not an opponent of it.

He’s the golden boy, the shining example, the propaganda piece. His role in the narrative is to not challenge Hope’s Peak, but be the representative of everything Hope’s Peak is supposed to be but never really is. He is the onlooker who sees the gold and sparkle and shine and doesn’t see the bodies behind the curtain, the average joe success story of the lucky draw. He is what’s good about the system, because there is some good in it. The talent system can uplift those in poverty, it can give resources and respect to those who genuinely can use those to do good in the world. Everything good about the talent system is reflected in Makoto to some degree. He uplifts, he gives resources, he protects, he speaks of a better world, he wants to use talent and hope as a force to give people strength and something they can stabilize on /rally around. Makoto is the good of Hope’s Peak.

Makoto recreating the school was practically destined to happen for Makoto with how heavily his Hope talent gets tied up in the school. Makoto never has a reason to question Talent outside of thinking Luck is kinda lame, he has no reason to not try and bring Hope back through what he sees as the symbol of hope.

While Izuru talks to Komaeda about how he was taught and the audience learns that, it’s not information Makoto gets, I’m pretty sure Makoto doesn’t even know the extent of Izuru’s everything until Junko tells him. Makoto simply is in too privileged a position with an inability to be allowed to process his trauma healthily or seek outside voices to his echo chamber, something likely intentional to the themes of the corruption of the idea of Hope, Makoto is pretty intentionally never ever put into a position where he rejects Hope’s Peak or is allowed to actually examine what Hope means because people keep trying to use or kill him, often at the same time.

It’s thematic irony, not a failure to understand the themes. Hope’s Peak cannot be uprooted by someone who was kept away from its darkness. Makoto drinks the kool aid too hard to be the destruction of talent. To him, it simply is how the world works, and he never has a reason to doubt that. Again, how he interacts with Ishimaru in his FTEs. Especially with how Makoto’s response to insecurity and trauma is deeply avoidant, looking Hope’s Peak in the eye and calling it out for what it’s done simply isn’t in his nature. If he has a problem, he will simply throw himself into a project to not think about it.

Makoto and his group of survivors never could have been the ones to challenge Hope’s Peak, too ingrained, too benefited by the status quo, too martyred and traumatized, too sheltered from the darkness, too lacking perspective and options, too deep to question if talent is truly an inherent thing. It would break the story if someone like Togami suddenly was like “actually talent bad.” It’s just not a group built for that part of the story

Calling out an ingrained structural issue with society is very very different then calling out a blackened in a class trial. As one takes deep contemplation and reflection to understand how you and everyone around you is subtly impacted and influenced, the other is a situation where you can ignore yourself and throw yourself into it without letting yourself remember the stakes.

Shuichi was a much better fit for rejecting hopes peak by the end of v3. He was someone burned by his talent so heavily, who seemed to genuinely view his talent as making his life worse. Who watched as talent was never fully a positive thing for anyone around him. Like just Maki’s existence with such a fucked up talent of forced cult assassin makes his group be prime to point out the flaws of the system and reject it. Shuichi was never sheltered, even when he really should have been. Shuichi was primed to see nothing but the darkness destroying him, with his character arc being about finding his ability to still keep moving despite that darkness and fight against the idea that the darkness was his fault or inherent, and instead fight for the right for no one to ever go through it again.

[t1wl1ghts]

Character Guide!!!!

I've decided to write all this down for y'all to get a better understanding of the boys and how I interpret them especially since my blog is empty at the moment. This way you know what you're getting into when you ask for one of the boys! This will continue to be updated the more boys get added!!!

TW: SUICIDAL TENDENCIES, SUBSTANCE ABUSE, SELF HARM, TOXIC BEHAVIOR, EATING DISORDERS, HORRIBLE COPING MECHANISMS, no one is truly happy...the only somewhat normal one is Sans

꩜ Sans: low self esteem, emphasis on humor as a defense mechanism, strong sense of loyalty, relaxed and easygoing attitude, low tolerance for bullshit, protective instincts,reluctance to confront his feelings directly, tendency to procrastinate, clever and quick-witted, deep rooted jealousy from insecurities, lazy, lack of motivation unless fixated on something, strong sense of humor and playfulness, apathetic mindset, prankster, shame in voicing his feelings romantically, emphasis on holding on/doesn’t easily forgive, prone to laziness or lack of effort in the relationship, downplays serious issues with jokes, tends to avoid confrontation, keeps emotional distance to protect himself, can be unreliable or inconsistent, prone to procrastination and inaction, internalizes his struggles instead of sharing them, prefers to keep things casual, struggles with open communication, capable of deep loyalty but struggles to express it,fears disappointing his partner, tends to be low-maintenance and doesn’t demand much, gives his partner space and freedom,

꩜ Dust: emphasis on bitterness and resentment, a heavy burden of guilt from past actions, murderous jealousy, loneliness, self destructive and suicidal tendencies, black and white views, relentless focus on revenge, tendency to isolate himself emotionally,feelings of helplessness leading to aggression,struggles with his identity, almost non-verbal, sensitive/easily triggered psychosis, Schizoid behavior, tendency to stalk, tendency to stare, alcoholic tendencies, fierce loyalty, sharp wit, small moments of self-reflection where he wishes for peace, capacity for immense love, rare moments of tenderness, ASPD traits/behavior, deeply conflicted about love, craves closeness yet fears it, tendency to push others away out of fear of hurting them, intense emotional attachment, fear of abandonment or betrayal leading to jealousy, prone to brooding and internalizing his feelings, emotionally distant but yearns for someone to understand him.

꩜ Killer: emphasis on twisted loyalty and manipulation, extreme detachment from empathy,deep-rooted trust issues, sadistic behavior, a need to suppress guilt by rationalizing violence, extreme shame in expressing genuine emotion, a tendency to bottle up feelings, constant underlying rage, fear of vulnerability, reliance on violence to solve problems, craving validation, overwhelming sense of emptiness, struggles with identity and purpose, clever and quick-thinking, easily triggered hallucinations/PTSD flashbacks. slight schizotypal behavior, charming, dark humor that can lighten tense moments, hidden capacity for love and affection, touched starved, hidden desire for connection, opioid abuse to cope with overwhelming emotions, potential for deep emotional bonds, lack of shame, tendency to self harm, lack of hygiene, prone to fits of rage, may prioritize violence and aggression over emotional connection, struggles with guilt and shame/manifest as self-sabotage, project insecurities onto his partner, willing to go to great lengths to ensure partners safety, passionate, expressing love through acts of service, potential for deep understanding, shows vulnerability in private, playful.

꩜ Error: schizophrenic behavior, homicidal tendencies, periods of catatonia, kleptomania, fear of intimacy, haphephobia, delusions of grandeur, BPD behavior, extreme paranoia, extreme memory loss, childish behavior, obsession with control over his environment, deep-seated feelings of inadequacy and worthlessness, overwhelming sense of isolation and loneliness, inability to form meaningful connections due to mistrust, deep-rooted self-loathing masked by arrogance, compulsive need to destroy to maintain a sense of purpose, fear of failure, internal struggle between wanting connection and pushing everyone away, remarkable intelligence, sharp wit and dry humor, paranoid of betrayal, tendency to stalk, refusal to touch ,sensitive/easily triggered neurosis/paranoia, appreciation for structure and predictability, autistic traits, potential for emotional growth, creative in expressing affection, often finding unique ways to show love, values honesty, potential for deep emotional connection if he learns to trust.

꩜ Nightmare: overwhelming bitterness and resentment, fueled by betrayal, intense jealousy, manipulative and deceitful, deep craving for power and control, deep hatred for his own vulnerability, extreme distrust of others, need for validation through causing pain and chaos, isolation due to self-loathing, sharp intelligence, narcissistic behavior, extreme sadism, deep sense of loyalty to his allies, immense potential for growth, opportunity for deep emotional bonds, strong sense of purpose, hidden traces of compassion, intense with his affections, possessive or controlling behavior, craves deep emotional connection struggles with vulnerability, drawn to relationships where he can feel in control or powerful, struggles to express love in healthy ways, prone to jealousy and mistrust,fears rejection, capable of intense devotion, need for reassurance and validation, secretly craves tenderness, tendency to show love through acts of protection or dominance

꩜ Dream: struggles with self worth, vulnerability to disappointment, overly accommodating, forgets his own wants and needs, difficulty confronting harsh realities, passive-aggressive, strong sense of loyalty, takes on too much emotional burden, matured too fast, tendency to prioritize others happiness over his own, a need maintain a positive facade at all costs, and a desire to avoid conflict, nurturing and supportive, deep empathy, patient and encouraging, tendency to be overly idealistic, playful sense of humor, ability to create a safe space for vulnerability, desire to fix his partner’s problems at the expense of his own well-being, dedication to harmony in the relationship, patience and willingness to grow, encouraging of his partners dreams, capacity for deep emotional connection.

꩜ Horror: remarkable resilience, resourceful and adaptive, sharp problem-solving skills, pragmatic and realistic, emotional detachment, struggles with eating food, often feels guilty/body can't handle it so he pukes, prone to violent or aggressive outbursts, struggles with trusting others due to past, cold and distant in an attempt to protect himself, prone to extreme paranoia and distrust, capable of acting as a guardian, surprisingly compassionate, capable of offering tough love, ruthlessly pragmatic, desensitized to violence and suffering, deep fear of loss, extremely controlling,emotionally withdrawn/numb, pessimistic outlook on life, tendency to isolate himself,difficulty maintaining healthy boundaries, prone to emotional burnout, struggles with long-term planning, harsh/unforgiving, prone to mania, fiercely protective and devoted to partner, tender and caring in private moments, emotionally distant due to C-PTSD, prone to shutting down emotionally when overwhelmed,struggles to communicate his feelings, prone to bouts of paranoia and distrust, can become overly dependent on his partner for emotional stability, fears abandonment and may become clingy or overbearing, BPD behavior and traits, values emotional intimacy and trust, comfort in the presence of his partner.

꩜ Fell: extremely cynical and mistrustful of others, prone to aggressive or antagonistic behavior, Clingy behavior, Flirts but shy when it comes to genuine intimacy, uses sex as coping mechanism, fiercely loyal, willing to defend friends/partner at all costs, capable of deep understanding and insight, pragmatic and realistic, dark sense of humor, hidden sense of justice and fairness, shows care through subtle acts of service, offers practical advice, reliable and steady, willing to make sacrifices for the greater good, can be surprisingly compassionate, capable of forming meaningful bonds with those who prove their loyalty, struggles to express/acknowledge his feelings, quick to anger, harbors deep resentment/bitterness,possessive or overly controlling in relationships, avoids emotional closeness, black and white views, missing opportunities for deeper connections, resistant to change or personal growth, clinging to negative patterns and habits out of fear or pride, can be emotionally volatile

WHOOO that is everyone for the most part! I did add some romantic/relationship stuff in there but i didnt wanna go all out yet, the more boys I add for asks they will be listed on here! Ofc this isn't everything but its the major parts of their personality, or at least my views of it. Hope you enjoyed <3333

[purplesoulcollection]

When he sick

"Name... "

Lloyd's voice was so faint, almost pitiful, and had a whiny tone to it. I gently brushed his hair away from his sweaty forehead; it was all tousled, unlike his usual neat style. Even though it was winter, he was drenched in sweat.

He kept his eyes closed, exhaling warm breaths. His cheeks were flushed, and he felt hot to the touch. It was clear he had a fever.

Sighing, I thought about how this was the result of his relentless work on a project during the late autumn. The temperatures had dropped significantly, yet he still pushed himself to keep going.

I had already urged him to take a break.

"Lloyd, it's time to stop for today! I understand how crucial this construction is and that there's a deadline before winter hits. But you hardly get any sleep, and I'm really worried that if you get sick in this cold, it will be tough for you to recover."

I tried to reason with him, especially since he was pushing himself so hard that he had a nosebleed, but he just brushed me off and continued sketching something I couldn’t quite grasp.

"I can't, Name… I can't afford to miss this golden opportunity for a tax deposit that will support my leisurely rich lifestyle," he replied, looking concerned yet still completely absorbed in creating the perfect apartment design. His concentration was unshakeable.

As usual, there was a contradiction in his desires; he wanted a life of ease and wealth, yet he was the hardest worker in the room.

Perhaps this is why he always seemed so busy when issues arose—he simply couldn't leave problems unattended and lounge around.

I understand, but you already look so pale, Lloyd. You should take it easy tonight. A little rest will have you back to health in no time to finish your project.

In the end, he just nods, but I can tell his stubbornness is getting the better of him, and now he’s unwell. His fainting in the middle of work really confirms my concerns from two days ago.

He brought this on himself!

Everyone can see that Lloyd isn’t well and they’re worried, but they can’t afford to stop working.

His parents feel guilty for not being stricter with him, so they’ve decided to take on some of his tasks, even though they already have their own responsibilities.

Javier isn’t here because he’s still overseeing the half-finished construction. I doubt anyone knows more about it than Lloyd, except maybe Mr. Bayern.

The villagers are also busy preparing meals. I should have lent a hand, but when I heard about Lloyd’s illness from Javier, I rushed over.

I’m really concerned for him; if he’s caught this illness, he needs to keep warm, full, and have to being nursed. And no one can drop to him, unless i bailed.

Everyone urged me to come because Mr. Lloyd hardly ever gets sick.

So here I am, alone in Lloyd’s room, and he’s holding onto my hand tightly, as if he needs someone by his side while he sleeps.

He let out his hot and shaky breath and his body is shaking also murmur something like mom, dad, don't, name, go. Is he having a nightmare when he's sick?

If he has any nightmare maybe I should woke him up?

"Lloyd?" I tap his cheek with my hand. Tried to gently wake him up, but he's not waking up. Is he sleeping that deep?

And then I shake his body. He let's out the grown before he finally wake up. He looks at me surprised and screamed. I taken back with his loud sensation.

"What's wrong with you Lloyd. Why are you screaming to me!! " I said that with worry plastered my face. Is he dreaming something bad to surprised seeing me when he's awake?

"N-name, I-i... " He looked below, his hand grips itself so hard in his blanket. Is it so scary to not wanting to tell me?

I placed my hand to his gripped hand. His hand is shaky before I grabbed his hand. He looks at me and I looked at his eyes too. He looks like someone in loss of someone, is my eyes wronging me?

"Is it so scary? You want me to read you the story to cast off the nightmare? " I said that with playful tone and eyes sharpened to see Lloyd's contemptible expression of my words.

"Who do you think I am, Name? A child, I am the Lloyd frontera." He's pissed by me, but he doesn't know I was more pissed than him. Then my hand grabbed his hand and pulled it towards me. His body is unprepared and leaning to me.

"You are also a patient who insists that he is healthy. Of course I'll treat you like a child who can't understand your own health is important." I shouted right to his face, mixed with my frustration and my worried tone.

He looks at me surprised. I know that I didn't take my anger to him. But what I am supposed to do...

I have to keep my pride as a good girlfriend but Lloyd make the job more difficult with his obnoxious act to not caring about his own health. If i don't speak here, he will never know what I'm feeling.

He fell silent for a moment, his face showing a mix of emotions. He rolled his eyes a few times, and I noticed more sweat than usual, a clear sign of his anxiety. His other hand, the one I wasn't holding, fidgeted restlessly as if trying to release some of his tension. "

Sorry—I'll try next time..." He gradually turned his gaze back to me.

I was taken aback by the sincerity in his eyes; he looked genuinely remorseful, his pupils locked onto mine. His intense stare made me feel a bit uneasy.

Is he really considering my advice and not brushing it off?

I felt a bit embarrassed by this unexpected side of Lloyd, so different from his usual self who rarely shows affection. He typically enjoys teasing me and isn’t one for sentimental moments.

"Really, you’ll listen to me next time?" I asked, my voice filled with disbelief.

"If I can find a moment to rest. This situation is urgent, you know; they can’t stay in the camp for too long, even with the heater. They need a permanent place to live."

"I understand, I'm not trying to make you halt the construction. I know how pressing this issue is, Lloyd, but you also need to take care of your health. We’d be in trouble if you got sick, and there’s no one who can fill your shoes here."

"I know..."

I hugged him. Even if he's smelly and moist because of all the sweat produced.

"Also i don't want you to sick, i already happy to seeing you work and happy with your antics if in the ends it's for the best. Don't leave me too fast, Lloyd." My mumble to him, i leaned my head to his shoulder.

He only stroke my back, I don't know what's expression he's showing. But his stroke is so relaxing for me.

After that i released Lloyd and say, "Okay, time to nurse you back Lloyd. Can you washed your sweat and change your clothes. I will change your bed sheets so it's comfy for you!"

He look blankly before he finally smile like a devil as usual.

"I can't Name, help me..." He lets out the weak voice, but i know from his obnoxious and his smile he's feeling opposite.

I only can huffed. Feeling annoyed with his antic already. But patient, he's still sick. I have to nurse him first.

"Okay then open your shirt!"

He obediently to open his sweaty shirt. I tried to not look at his body. I only tried to wipe his clothes. So i already prepared the water.

And then i swapped his clothes and bedsheet, make him eat porridge, and here we are, time to make him sleep again.

"Why do I have to sleep again, Name? I’m already feeling good." He complained. He looks perfectly same as the kid who sulky to having rest when he's sick with his mother.

"Absolutely not! You’re still under the weather and haven’t been getting enough rest. It’s time for bed."

Then his pouting session ended when he having an idea. "If I can’t say no to your suggestion, how about you sing for me?"

I look at him bewildered "Why should I sing when you can do it too, Lloyd?"

He facepalmed, recalling how things went when he tried to sing. "I really don’t have the talent for it; you’d regret listening to me."

"Is it really that terrible? So singing is your weak spot, huh? No worries, I’ll sing for you."

I think my singing isn’t the greatest; it’s pretty average, and I struggle to hit the right notes and run out of breath quickly. But it’s not the worst either.

And then I start to sing…

As I sing, I gently stroke his hair, watching him relax as he listens. Slowly, he closes his eyes and drifts off to sleep.

Finally, he’s resting and not pushing himself too hard.

"Sleep well, Lloyd."

The end

[agepl0yer]

Make a daddy issues one with beau arlen (trauma based or something please)

“crawling back to you.” - beau arlen

warnings - trauma based, implied child sa, beau is daddy, daddy issues, reader has a defensive mechanism, drug abuse, traumatised reader, reader wants a daddy, beau wants a daughter, angst to fluff.

very short cause of school: ((

words - 614

PLEASE DONT SEXUALISE THIS POST ITS TRAUMA ✅

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“how many secrets can you keep?”

even tho you were a freak, an outcast. you didn’t fit in, you were a troublemaker.

beau still loved you, even through the drug problems, the difference in social norms, he was a sheriff, you were a drug addict, the childish fights.

you’d always crawl back to him, he was like your daddy, the dad you’d never had.

at first it started out normal and a father figure, he’d look after you when you came into the station, cause he noticed you had no one to guide you, so he’d guide you.

to beau, it was normal. you were a little girl, thats all he saw you as, a child who needed comfort and love.

to you, it was sexual. everytime you saw him, it was like you were soaked wet, never dry around him, he had the power where you could easily whine at the sight, his hands were massive, which turned you on.

you never had a normal man relationship in your life, so it was normal to you where you thought it was sexual

you thought it was sexual.

until one night

beau took you in for a night at his trailer, cause you were scared and got into big trouble.

he cooked for you, gave you clothes, protected you, talked to you like a little girl, he didnt know what he did to you, thought he was talking to someone like his daughter.

until you came onto him, going on your knees infront of him, pressing your hand to his dick.

he gasped slightly before stepping back.

“what are you doing?”

he took your hand off, trying to pull you back to your feet

“you do all this for me beau, let me help you, pay you back.”

“no, god no. youre a child in my eyes, its illegal.”

that seemed to piss you off, you stood to your feet

“stop treating me like im a child! im not!”

beau was honestly speechless, he tried to be here for you like a father should, and you go and do this?

you pushed against him, whining up at him.

“i know you want this, or else you wouldnt do this for me”

beau grabbed you by the shoulders, looking into your eyes.

“no, okay? you’re too young.”

you pushed off him, frowning.

“why aren’t you like the others?”

beau’s gaze turned stern

“cause im not a disgusting man, i dont see you like they do.”

you stomped off inside the trailer, in a bad mood.

beau was honestly so confused and guilt ridden.

he tried so bad to help you, give you a place to stay, and you thought he wanted you?

beau went inside to try and calm you down, and talk, before he dodged a incoming object, it hit the trailer hard.

“i hate you!”

beau’s eyes hardened as he realised what was happening, he was a sheriff, he wasnt new to this stuff, it was an obvious abuse mechanism, you were shielding away from him in anger.

“come on baby, come here. please, i dont mean to hurt you.”

“why wont you give me what i want!”

“i’ll be your daddy, but thats it, no sexual stuff kid.”

it didnt help the weird feeling in your gut, you want him to be your daddy in a sexual manner but you also wanted a father, you were stuck and confused but you stepped to him.

“im scared.”

“come on baby, come on.”

you looked up at him, hugging onto him.

“i need you to know girl’ this is me being your father, thats it. i dont love you like you want me to.”

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(screamed when i got this request, because this is literally a projection, everything the reader says is something i’ve said to an older man, i miss you mitch even through our age differences.)

[simp2537]

Project SS

a/n: I kinda forgot about out this for a little bit. 😮 my bad chat. But here yall go. Also ignore that Bucky is a man in the gif below. It’s just for aesthetics. Hope yall enjoy this.

Word Count: 1.3k

Series Trigger Warnings: Mentioned S/A on another character, depression, self-harm, anxiety, experimentation on children, abusing relationships, murder, blood, gore, unwilling amputations?

Chapter Two

It was strange, the grass, fresh air, the way my rest felt against the floor. The mask that would normally cover my face rested in the ground next to me. Along with the red lens goggles that would normally cover me.

I see clearly for the first time in my life. No bloody tint to the world. A perfectly clear and blue sky. Quiet steps made their way to me and without hesitation I pull my mask on. 

As the trees moved Clarke popped out. A serious look on her face and she motioned for me to follow. Like the fucking dog I am, I follow. I walk behind her silently as we move back to our broken drop ship. I watch her draw on whatever map she found 

I survey the area around us as I click goggle lens. They shift to a black shade, allowing me to see some color. The others around us run rampant. Wells comes over to talk to Clarke, I all but ignore him. 

“We got problems. The communications system is dead’. I went to the roof, a dozen panels are missing. Heat fried wires.” He informs.  I watch as Clarke sighs softly. 

“Well, all that matters right now is getting to Mount Weather.” She directs him to her map. As another kid walks behind them making a joke Wells pushes him back. I roll my eyes at Wells. Honestly I don’t understand his issue.

As a bigger group of boys comes to his aid Wells backs up. Trying to explain himself I roll my eyes.  Nice going Wells. Clarke looks up at me from where I sit in the broken down door. My sigh is exuded a bit loudly from my mask. 

“We’re on the ground. That not good enough for you?” The boy from before asks. He stands with Octavia and his eyes drift to me. I slowly drop down from where I sat and end up next to Clarke. 

“We need to find Mount Weather.” Wells says as he walks towards Bellamy. I groan and follow after Clarke who moves after Wells. For a girl who hated his guts, she sure does follow after him.

“You heard my father’s message. That has to be our priority.” Wells continues. I scoff softly at his words as I cross my arms. The fucking Chancellor might as well of been dead now. 

“Screw your father. What, you think you’re in charge here, You, your little princess and your guard dog?” I laugh quietly. There eyes turn to me. 

“Quite the mouth on you sunshine, remember who opened the door for you.” I answer with a smirk none of them could see.  I could all but feel Clarke’s scolding glare. 

“Do you think we care who’s in charge?” She paused. “We need to get to Mount Weather. Not because the Chancellor said so, but because the longer we wait, the hungrier we’ll get and the harder this’ll be.”

I roll my shoulder, feeling the metals vibrate against one another. I stand behind her as she continues to speak.

“How long do you think we’ll last without those supplies? We’re looking at a twenty mile trek, okay. So if we want to get there before dark, we need to leave now.” 

“I got a better idea. You two go, find it for us. Let the privilege do the hard work for a change.” Bellamy voiced. Two? If I could still count right there were at least three of us on this Mount Weather side. 

All the others around quickly agreed and I honestly don’t blame them. Made perfect sense why they would think I that. But then again we were all in the ground now.

“You’re not listening. We all need to go.” Well’s attempted to explain. The moment I blinked the boy behind me pushed Wells. 

“Look at this, everybody the Chancellor of earth.” Everyone laughs to most of Wells announce. They grab onto Clarke and I quickly push them off her. I walk over to the pair about to brawl and grab onto the back of the angered boys shirt. 

Just as I grab him Finn jumps down from the pod’s roof. I watched him go between the two boys. 

“Kid’s got one leg. How about you wait until it’s a fair fight?” Finn asks with a charming smile. I let go of my grip on the angered boys shirt. He jolts against the ground. 

“Hey, spacewalker.” I turn to Octavia as she walks over to us. “Rescue me next.” She asks. A murmur of giggles and laughs echos the angered boy takes his friends away. Now that I get a good look at his face I know him.

John Murphy was his name. Clarke, Finn and I all end up at Wells side. I watch out of the corner of my eyes as Bellamy approaches his little sister. I watch him pull her away as I help Wells stands properly. 

…………………………..

I lean against a tree as Finn approaches us. Clarke is on the ground with Wells, attempting to fix his leg. 

“So Mount Weather. When do we leave?” He asks. His eyes drift over to me for a moment then go back to Clarke. 

“Right now. We’ll be back tomorrow with food.” Clarke turns and tells Wells. Wells’s eyes are sharp, angry even. 

“How are you two gonna carry enough food for a hundred.” I clear my throat and push of the tree.

“I could carry enough food for a hundred of us alone.” Finn nods his head and gives me a smirk. He turns around pulling two boys. The pair are the boys from before.

“Five of us. Can we go now?” Finn asks. 

“Sounds like a party. Make it six.” Octavia comes behind us. As Bellamy goes to interfere I walk into the drop ship. I comb my hands up the walls. Looking for any grove or dip that feels right. 

“What are you doing?” To my surprise it’s Bellamy’s voice I hear first. I find a grove with the litters W.S. engraved into it. Pushing in the grove a door opens and there it is. Black and just for me is my operations suit. I pull it out and drop it on a chair.

Before anyone can question me again I begin to pull off my clothes. I can hear a collective gasp when I pull my jacket. The jagged and ugly scaring on my arm on full display. I went to take off my shirt when I heard her.

“Turn around!” I heard the shuffling of feet and I pull my boots and pants off. I dressed quickly in the armored suit they left me. Once completely dressed in my operation uniform I push myself up the wall. I find a handle and begins to pull myself up.

“What the hell are you doing?” I hear Finn yell from bellow me. I look down for a moment as I drop down a large box. The whole groups is here. I jump down landing with a thud. I quickly open the box and assemble ass the weapons left to me.

I’m not surprised this place is load up for me. I ignore the screen with the Chancellor playing as I work. Finished putting away my weapon and clinking the finally lock on my assault gun I strap it to my back.

“What are we standing here for? Are we not going to go?” I ask. After a few quickly seconds Octavia leaves first. The rest of the ground soon follows after. 

I catch Bellamy’s eyes as I move past him. His arm shoot’s up and grab my forearm. I pause, slowly turning my head to his.

“Who the hell are you.” He doesn’t seem angry. More confused if anything.

“A nightmare.” I with I pull away and walk after the group.

[deliveryboysomewhatequaltoheaven]

The Macaque Problem

I would definitely say Macaque's character is an issue for the show. His redemption arc is not good, and it brings down the other characters and takes up their time and arcs.

When we first see him in S1 and 2, he is an old frenemy of Wukong's bitter over an unspecified falling out. He is angry and lashing out at MK and his friends, projecting this feud onto them. He claims MK didn't notice his friends were gone, but we see him trying to call Mei, and that the others were resentful, but we see tang looking upset being forced to attack MK. Seems like a clear enough villain concept with some room forward right? But S3 and 4 derail that.

Chronologically, we can talk about the Brotherhood, (which he was not a part of in JTTW, and he complained abt being left behind in S2 but here he was?? Eh) He claims that Wukong pushed ahead without thinking or listening and that's what got him trapped in the mountain. But what do we see before Wukong surrenders to the Jade Emperor?

The rest of the Brotherhood trapped by the Celestial Army. We don't see Wukong fight the Jade Emperor. He was an immortal shapeshifter, I have no doubt Wukong could have escaped. But he turned himself in to save his friends. Was he in a bad mood in the mountain? I mean, yeah, but Macaque doesn't seem to consider that he's free because Wukong is not.

We still don't know about the final falling out and Macaque's seeming death, though S5 implies that Macaque pushed the situation. Still, it's not good, because if they can't properly resolve it, than it's just going to remain between them and Macaque's grudge against Wukong can't be properly moved past, which hampers his arc.

But then S3 happens, and honestly I think Macaque's motives are dumb. Why is he trying to get in the way of them stopping LBD if he also wants to be free of her? It's a positive for you! But they also start trying to portray him as someone who 'calls Wukong out' because S3 and 4 really try to make Wukong out to be a jerk. He made mistakes but it was a desperate situation against the Lady Bone Demon. I love Mei and Pigsy but they also call him out when they said nothing about the Fourth Ring/visions.

'You will make things worse for MK when I personally attack and threaten him and his loved ones for my own gain' OK Macaque!

But the S3 special is the real kicker. Macaque apparently changes his mind and we don't know why. They show some mistrust at first until MK says he knows Macaque is not a bad guy deep down... but doing one or two helpful things after three seasons of stalking, threatening, and attacking the gang doesn't exactly convince me.

And then this bit from the S3 special finale:

Uh, how??? Wukong is right, Macaque was until very recently willing throw everyone under the bus so he could get away from LBD. It's pretty rich that he would call Wukong self centered. Whatever Wukong did was trying to stop her and protect MK from having to deal with it.

In the S4 special, they also have Macaque talk about Azure Lion, and again I'm not sure why we are listening to him on characters' morality

Says the guy who wrote a play about how 'Sun Wukong is a big old meany who hurt my precious little fee-fees' if I never see or hear the hero and warrior monologue again it will be too soon but I will say he at least seems to consider he might have been wrong, though they don't really dwell on it...

Even in S5, we get this bit.

Once again, Wukong is right!! After 3 seasons of attacking and harassing MK I don't think he really gets to give advice. Plus WUKONG WAS TRYING TO TALK TO MK ABOUT IT RIGHT BEFORE THIS! But MK was not doing well emotionally and Wukong was trying to be mindful and not push!

And honestly I think they all let Macaque off easy for the S3 events, he literally choked out Mei and threatened to kill her! (Sidenote: he can call MK and Tang by their names, but Mei was just 'the girl' throughout S3... urgh)

But when Wukong gets mad at him, Macaque says "I didn't do this!" Well you forced the gang to do something that you didn't know what the consequences of would be! But Tang intervenes saying he did it, even though he awkwardly admits Macaque forced him but that he felt he should because of the golden cicada. Macaque later decides to leave the situation he forced. He later does help some, but doesn't really get held accountable for his part in everything.

But I guess it's fine bc at the end of the special MK gives him this drawing. This is actually kind of really upsetting and again makes little sense considering how much he and Mei care about other otherwise. But nah Macaque is cool now it's fine...

And Ao Guang! This is a tougher one, but in S5 they had Macaque let himself get sent to the Pagoda to buy others time... well I just say that's karma!

And Macaque comes back, of course, but we never hear more about Ao Guang. Even when they send the power of the Stones out, we do in fact see the East Sea Palace and the attendant, but not him, so his fate is unclear.

So yeah, overall, I think he was forgiven too fast, the root issue of his fight with Wukong unaddressed, and he takes up time from the others characters.

[icanwriteitblindfolded]

Written in the Stars: Eddie X (Fem)Reader.

Summary: soulmates, astrology, and tarot were all silly in your mind. You scoffed at the idea of someone being out there for you and the “universe” having a special purpose for you. There’s no such thing and it’s all a hoax, right?

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Slow burn, strangers to friends, friends to lovers, reader is not from Hawkins and bonds with Eddie and his gang. Just two idiots who don’t realize they’re falling in love. Eventual smut but it’s going to be a long and slow build. ❤️‍🔥

@dreamerjj

Part Four:

You smiled as you walked into the building Tuesday morning; the container was almost full and you still had dozens of the candies back at the house. You forgot how many of these things could come from a single batch, having last made them for the Girl Scouts when you were young. You left the container on the table next to the coffee pot and waited. You sat at your desk sipping coffee and reading the latest issue of Fangoria when you heard the back door slam shut. You grinned and awaited to hear his response. “Holy Shit!”

The first big job of the day was a new transmission going into a Ford pickup and that had occupied Eddie’s entire morning, you sat and took calls and notes of upcoming drop offs but never heard anything from him about the peace offering. The commotion today was more abundant than yesterday and you longed for those conversations about his various other projects outside of the shop. When lunch came you grabbed your bag and intended to head out to the nearby diner when something tugged at your shirt collar and nearly pulled you to the ground.

“Hold up there buddy. I have a few questions for you.” You gasped for air and adjusted the collar the best you could. “Jesus Eddie, you nearly killed me!” “Sorry, I forgot you’re like a toothpick.” You rolled your eyes ignoring his remark and leaned against the desk with your arms folded across your chest. “What do you want?” He smiled and leaned against the desk as well, his arm just grazing yours. “So, what were those things for?” You raised an eyebrow and pouted, faking the best you could at not knowing. “I’m sorry?” “Those candies you made? Made for me?” “Ohhh, the buckeye candies.” He snapped his fingers and pointed at you, excitedly. “Yes exactly!”

You nodded and stood more triumphantly, puffing your chest out and raising your chin in the air. “Homemade too, did you like ‘em?” He smirked, “Absolutely. But why would you make me something?” You shrugged and stared at a stray piece of gravel that was by your feet, kicking it lightly with your toe. “I guess I just wanted to make sure you didn’t hate me?” He chuckled and folded his arms suddenly mirroring your posture. “Why would I hate you?” “Eddie.” You sighed and pushed yourself up onto the desk.

“Up until yesterday you have barely spoken to me since that night at the bar. I can only assume I did something that offended you or freaked you out.” He lowered his head and slowly walked over to the desk taking a seat beside you. “No, you didn’t do anything.” “Then why have you been a phantom? I have been at my aunts and you avoid me! You even looked a little annoyed I was working here yesterday, I mean at first you did.” He sighed again and drummed his fingers on the edge. “I know, I just wasn’t expecting to see you again?” “Why?” “Your mom.” “Huh?”

He huffed and stood back up, pacing frantically. “When I got you home your mom was pretty upset.” “Well yeah she’s always that way.” “No!” Eddie interrupted, urgency in his tone. “She was really mad. She doesn’t like me and when I left, I started thinking that maybe it was better if we didn’t see each other.” You could feel your face contorting while you tried to process. “Wait! You had a problem with my mom. Vowed to stay away from me and not be my friend, but then you invite me to sit in at your D&D session?” He lowered his head again groaned loudly. “I know.” “Talk about a set of mixed messages Eddie.” He bolted back to the desk and took his spot back. “Look I want to be your friend, I like you.” You blushed. “You’re funny, you’re cool, and I’m sure there’s loads I will like once we get more acquainted, and I would like to see you. Damn you mom I guess because I have a right to be friends with you, right.” You smiled and patted his back. “Damn right Munson. Now would you like some more of those Buckeyes?”

His smile widened. “I have a lot leftover at my house.” “Are you serious?” You shrugged and jumped off the desk. “Sure, you can come over to my house. We can head over now if you’d like, I have some food from last night too and there’s no way my mom and I will be able to finish all of that.” You jumped off the desk and headed to the overhead door.

He hesitated, recalling why he was originally avoiding you. “Oh, um is your mom going to be there?” You shook your head and took your hair up to tie it into a ponytail. “No. She’s been making the rounds to get to know all the people in town. Today she’s going to the ritzy side and trying to make nice with the Harringtons she said.” Eddie laughed and jumped up to make his way over to you. “You may end up meeting one of them yourself soon.” “Hmm?” Eddie nudged your shoulder. “Steve, he’s a friend of mine. Met him through a couple guys in my campaign. He’s pretty nice.” You nodded and motioned him to your car.

Eddie looked in the back to see your large blanket. “Ohhh, planning some big nights here?” “Ha, ha!” You stated. “Not for that Munson. The winters are brutal as you know, and I always keep that in case I get stranded on the side of the road. I also have those emergency candles, a first aid kit, and snacks; which you can’t have.” He chuckled and got his seatbelt on as you headed over to your house. “You know it’s spring right?” “Back home it snows in May sometimes, I never trust the weather!” He held his hands up to admit defeat and dropped the subject.

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Eddie was impressed your mom secured a decent place, not many outsiders could get a home their first year in Hawkins. The place still had boxes with some of the stuff from your previous home lying around. Eddie looked through a box with old VHS tapes as you heated up the leftover lasagna. “Who’s the fan of Carpenter?” He lifted a copy of Escape From New York over his head for you to see. “Who do you think?” “Oh your mother, definitely! She seems the type to secretly love these things.” He snorted as he landed on a copy of Casablanca. “Okay and Bogart too?” “Eddie that’s my box! So any criticism of my taste in movies will result in suspension of any free food!” “I wasn’t criticizing, just surprised. You have a lot here and pretty eclectic taste.” “I will take that as a compliment.” “It was.” You emerged placing the plates on the table side by side.

Eddie shoveled the pasta in his face with lightning speed, his moans of pleasure at the taste almost pornographic. “Jesus Eddie, calm down. It’s just lasagna.” “Best fucking lasagna I’ve had in years!” You smiled as you picked at your plate, making a mental note of foods he loved. “You feeling alright? You’re hardly eating?” “I am.” Eddie leaned back and glared at your plate and back to you. “What’s wrong?” You shrugged. “I’m just thinking.” “About what?” You sighed and twirled a stray tomato under your fork. “It’s not important. Finish your plate, we have to get back in ten minutes.” You took a bite hoping to appease him and to silence the gnawing voice in your head telling you he’s just being polite about everything and he doesn’t really care that much. Guys like Eddie don’t find girls like you attractive.

“So, you guys seem to be settling in nicely. Your mom is making friends with the whole town, you’ve mostly unpacked everything, and you’re working with me.” You nodded, as Eddie listed off the achievements, never taking your eyes off the road. “Aside from me you speak to anyone else?” “Well Aunt Jackie, my mom, and Harry; why do you ask?” He shrugged and looked out the window at the passing homes. “Just curious. I know Friday you’ll be coming to join our session, but what about Saturday night?” “What about Saturday?” He rolled his eyes, and huffed dramatically, it was exhausting trying to get you to take a hint. “Do you have anything going on? Are you planning to go somewhere or do something.” You shook your head. “Presently, no. I’m probably just going to sit at home and relax. Maybe watch some movies.” “Do you want to do something else?” You looked over at him then, he gave that charming smile that weakened your knees, everything began to slow down as your mind tried to process what was happening.

“Are you asking me on a date here Munson?” “It’s not a date, I’m just inviting you to come back to the Hideout and actually hear us play.” “Oh, I mean that could be fun.” He smiled, wide enough that the dimples in his cheeks actually showed. “I’ll call up the rest of the gang, I mean the ones who won’t be at the session on Friday. They will come along and we can all hang out.” “Sure, what time do you guys go on?” “Nine.” “Alright, I’ll be there at eight thirty. Should I dress like this or try and go for the corroded coffin groupie look. You know, get all slutty and look easy?” He blushed and adjusted his collar. “Whatever you like I guess.” You smirked and looked back at the road. “Okay, just don’t expect much.” Eddie doubted that, he couldn’t never be disappointed looking at you.

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Thursday arrived faster than you expected, you had been mentally preparing all week what to do and what not to do over and over again. You would not play the game on Friday as you never played and Eddie just said you could observe them and hang out, so you would not ask too many questions and keep quiet. Would not bug his friends with stupid questions. You would not let this get to your head that anything could happen between you both besides a bidding friendship.

Starting tomorrow you were going to meet his friends, he was introducing you to people he cared about. People whose opinions meant the world to him. A small part of you wondered if Eddie actually expected you to look good or just like you normally did, did he even think you looked nice. He did say you looked good Monday, or maybe he didn’t and your mind conjured up the words you wanted to hear.

Eddie came in and found you staring at the full pot of coffee and your empty mug, completely lost in your head. He nudged you and you jumped nearly breaking your mug. “Sorry.” He said and patted your back. “I just wanted to make sure you didn’t fall asleep there. You doing alright.” You nodded and poured a cup as your hands shook the pot. Eddie observed this and took ahold of your hands and to steady the pot and ensure you didn’t spill any of it’s contents on yourself.

It was the first time Eddie ever held onto your hand for longer than a second. His hands were covered in callouses from handling the tools here and playing guitar, signs that he bit his nails and picked at them, they were uneven and rough. You couldn’t believe how warm they were in spite of the bitter spring chill that was sweeping through Indiana this week. His palm gently rubbed the back of your hand before he tightened the grip. You felt your throat dry up, your heartbeat in your chest, a knot forming in your stomach, and you couldn’t ignore a throbbing between your legs.

He let go and sat back at the table. “There we go. Are you sure you’re okay there? You look a little pale now.” You nodded, feeling the flush creeping into your cheeks. “Just nervous about the weekend, you know meeting everyone.” He smiled and leaned back on the chair, lifting the front legs off the ground. “Don’t be. They’re good people and they won’t give you any trouble.” “Are you sure?” He smiled and lowered the chair back to the ground and stood up. “Absolutely. I’ll see you at lunch again okay? I’ve got a lot to fix before tomorrow. Just breathe, and relax. They’re going to love you.” With that Eddie headed out to start his morning off.

You smiled and took your seat at the desk, unable to ignore the way your body felt; like a child learning to walk for the first time, trembling and unstable. You looked back up towards Eddie as he slipped into his coveralls, he had his his back turned to you; you noticed the sharpness of his shoulder blades protruding through his Led Zeppelin shirt as he slipped his arms through the sleeves and pulled the suit up his body in one quick motion. He turned around a gave you a little wave, you hesitantly mirrored one back.

“Don’t do this!” You muttered to yourself. “He’s just a friend, that’s all. An incredibly cute friend…” You trailed off as you caught sight of Eddie again, he apparently noticed you talking to yourself, as he twirled his finger around his head and crossed his eyes. You nodded again and slammed your head on the desk. This was going to be the longest weekend of your life.

[mandyqueersolid]

I can usually forgive the way Doctor Who wears its production issues on its sleeve, but this one is hard.

I’m sad and angry about Gatwa leaving, but it’s very understandable given where the show is right now. I know people have been calling it unfair for him as if he was fired from the show, but honestly, how can he sign on for another season he doesn’t know when/if will happen? How does he negotiate a new contract for something that isn’t even guaranteed, and why would he let a nebulous 3rd season tie him down and potentially get in the way of bigger projects?

So, while I’ll miss him in the show, I understand that. I just wish the actual narrative of him leaving was in any way fulfilling.

Because what do you mean he did all that and it’s not even his goddamn baby???

His entire sacrifice… was pointless. As much as everyone declared that they needed to bring Poppy into existence, they already said that Poppy still existed. As a space baby. They confirmed they still had memory of that so it was still part of that reality. Or will have already been a Space Baby whatever the fuck verb tense.

Did Space Baby find a home? Not anymore! Now you’re Belinda’s problem, and despite Belinda having no indication that she wanted a child, that’s now everything about her! And sure, I get that when she is living the reality of her child, the idea of losing said child is devastating, but it felt like zero through line between the Belinda we’d seen all season, who had a happy and full life with a family and friends to the point where the only thing she wanted was to go back, vs the Belinda at the end who was solely wrapped up in her kid. Maybe it’s my aggressive childlessness, but it annoyed me.

I imagine the reason why it couldn’t be His Goddamn Baby other than then having to later explain how that black baby becomes a white lady in that Tennant ep (coming soon to a Big Finish box set near you) is that the Doctor wouldn’t want to leave their kid but very obviously cannot have cool adventures with a toddler hanging around. And I was totally prepared for this to be the moment, after The Rani gave us that important reminder of bigeneration, that we would have had 14 back, the Doctor specifically designated for domesticity and learning to heal and living with Donna who already knows how to take care of natural hair. Like hey, time to put all that therapy to the test, as you now have to not push your problems onto an impressionable child! Coming Soon to a Big Finish Box Set Near You!

I also, and this is silly on my part, expected 14 in the TARDIS instead of 13. And I thought he’d sacrifice himself so that we could still get 15. That wasn’t going to happen, but for a moment I let myself get my hopes up. I did enjoy seeing 13 for her part though.

But instead we get nothing. A child that already existed being instead sent to a woman who’d shown no indication of wanting a child before one was already in her lap, and a wasted sacrifice that was mostly a reminder that hey, we don’t know if this show is even going to be around anymore!

Also why the hell didn’t we get anything with Ruby at the end? They were just hella fuckin mean to her and ignoring her then acting like she was doing microaggressions for saying “hey a baby DISAPPEARED” and then she doesn’t even get a goodbye??? You told the Jesus star instead??????

Anyway I am actually not mad about the Billie Piper thing. It’s a cheap attention grab to get us all posting, but I was mad about that the first time around with David and boy if I didn’t enjoy what we ended up getting from that.

And if nothing else, that’s gonna make for some MESSY selfcest on AO3 and I’m gonna need one of y’all to link me to that the minute it drops, please and thank you.

[azathothweirdo]

Yes, I think the clash of their issues would be so intriguing. Izumo's kind of similar to Ryuji in the sense that her parent hasn't always done right by her, and even though his criticisms of his father are completely valid, Rin projects his own issues into the situation and then literally inserts himself into it. This is only in my opinion, but I think the bias Rin has showed itself somewhat when Mike was re-telling Izumo's past; to me, it seemed he was trying to ignore the parts of how Izumo's mother failed her.

It's kind of hard to say what Rin felt over Tamamo since we don't see much of that sadly. We get him remembering Shiro sacrificing himself to save him when Tamamo does that, but that's about it. I think he would totally argue with Izumo that her mother wasn't that bad given what he knows of course. He wasn't there for the immature woman who pushed parenting off onto Mike and Uke because she had this "dream" that souji would come live with them one day and they'd be the perfect family.

It would for sure be something they'd have to work through since, while Izumo has softened on her mother. She's still going to have problems and it'll take time for them to heal. This is something that would cause problems because to Rin, Tamamo kind of did her job. She saved Izumo, she's alive because of her. She couldn't have been that bad right? It's something I could totally see blowing up in his face real early on for sure.

[crackedpumpkin]

Speaking of your previous(I think?) post about Infuriating Melodies…..*cutely kicks legs and giggles*

What is your characterization of Cole and the ninjas? I always love hearing others interpretations about it.

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oooo i am sitting down for this...

Let's start with Lloyd. First of all, can we just appreciate how they handled his character in Dragons Rising? We're getting to look at the very real effects of all the shit the poor guy's been through... At first I got annoyed tbh, I thought he was being too passive. However, it's pretty dumb of me to saythat because now i realise how used i am to protagonists who can solve a problem with little to no difficulty at all.

But onto more lighthearted stuff, he strikes me as...bitchless.

For lack of better word, i mean. tbh i skipped lots of crystallized bc i just dont like harumi as a character very much (i am not accepting feedback <3) so my opinion isn't the most reliable. I mean he has severe daddy and mommy issues so can you blame the guy. i bet he's the type of guy who wouldn't know you're flirting with him unless you straight up say it. he does however have rizz (thanks to everyone else in his team lmao but there are the cringey moments. trust.)

he's very organised and has learnt to put up with a lot of stupid shit bc he's in a team full of dumbasses /aff. there're a few mementos he keeps in a drawer next to his bed and when he needs a reprieve he just goes to it and grabs one. it calms him down.

For Jay, he's kinda just like me. constantly frazzled, but in a pinch he can step up to the position needed. They're all leaders but they just do things in different ways. He's a chaotic mess but like, a chaotic mess with a checklist :) i bet he and nya have a bunch of lego flowers in their room (yes they share a room or they sneak over to each other's room) he essentially reminds me of a mixture of dewey and huey from Ducktales (2017 reboot) (aka one of the the best shows in existence)

Zane to me is the undeniable anchor. he's got the absolute best roasts and i bet he's the main line of communication in terms of emailing, texting their allies and friends. if not for Zane who would regularly keep cyrus updated ? (besides pixal, i mean) he's an insane multitasker but if you spring a surprise on him he will buffer for a solid minute. his love language is def acts of service, and doesnt understand why some people feel bad for not reciprocating.

Kai is a mischievous little fire gremlin who is the de facto leader of the group if lloyd isnt there. he, jay, and cole are the enabler trio of the team, and their antics are enough to drive lloyd crazy. it's hard to believe he's the older one sometimes. i genuinel think he's just a big ball of vulnerable but he constantly pushes it aside to focus on other stuff. also, he has a surprising amount of mature moments with the group.

nya is smart, yes, but also the kind of person who thinks that if you cook stuff in an oven for an hour at 140 celcius, you can do the same thing by cooking it at 300 celcius for 5 minutes and achieve the same outcome. this has gotten her banned from the kitchen.

also she makes incredibly bad jokes sometimes. jay laughs regardless of whether theyre funny or not. i view her as someone who's got multiple degrees, but sucks at group work during projects

anyway thats all i have in mind for now, lmk if you'd like to hear me yap anymore lololol sorry for putting you through this anon <3

[intrulogical]

shakes you. YOU DON'T GET IT GUYS!!! working through intrusive thoughts is one of the best sasi episodes for how much it reveals about logan and remus and yes i am biased to intrulogical but there is!!!! a reason!!!!

obviously beforehand we just acknowledged remus as one of the people logan debated against throughout the series but no THIS time we have to acknowledge how they're two sides of the same coin!! they r the same kind of character!! there's an implied deeper narrative connection between these two by how much remus KNOWS about logan's vulnerabilities and actively pushes his buttons more than any other side does to get him to snap!!!

to explain, one of the reasons this episode is so important is because we gain the opportunity to learn more about remus as a character. in dwit, we're just introduced to his personality— gruesome, random LOL humor, a bother. but what wtit establishes is how he perceives being viewed as a bother AND how his "random LOL" personality is actually more deliberate than what we thought it is.

one— remus is bothered by being ignored. "you're going to pretend i don't exist so i'm gonna pretend you don't exist" is the BIGGEST evidence of that, coupled with the fact that this sentence exactly mirrors what apparition!nico said to thomas. in fact, the fact that these two match completely proves that what remus is projecting onto thomas through nico isn't just thomas' insecurities but some of remus' as well. this is my first talking point on why i think remus and logan are different sides of the same coin. they are suppressed!!! they are LITERALLY fighting for thomas' attention in the episode.

and they both lose. holy shit guys. they r literally the sides thomas hate the most and they literally both lose and thomas doesn't listen to them and!!! ARE YOU HEARING ME THEY R NARRATIVE MIRRORS!!!!!

and second— i'd love to add that remus is proven to be extremely deliberate. people like to write remus as someone "who does anything he wants for no reason" but that's not the entire story. think of it this way: remus HAS left-field goals and aspirations, but he is extremely committed to fulfilling them, which makes him deliberate. his entire thing in wtit is to bother thomas as much as possible, and he stays COMMITTED to that. he has plans and he thinks and he's smarter than what most people believe. why do you think he had a notepad w all his plans written on it????

again, he IS a mirror to logan, not only in methodology but end goals??? like do you ever wonder what role remus serves as a side. and i mean obviously he's intrusive thoughts and we all hate intrusive thoughts, but in essence, each side believes they are benefiting thomas whether you agree with their methods or not. remus imposes his ideas onto thomas because he believes them to be beneficial. in this situation where thomas is at his lowest, remus actually serves an interesting role of being thomas' alarm clock.

what do i mean by that? what i mean is, so much of the series shows the sides seemingly finding a perfect solution for each predicament they go through. but in reality, thomas going through issues by himself is SUPER unhealthy and unrealistic. remus serves as a reality checker to thomas. the more intrusive thoughts thomas receives in uncontrollable amounts, the more thomas would realize that hey, maybe i SHOULD go see a therapist for my problems.

AGAIN, ANOTHER MIRROR TO LOGAN BC I CAN'T GET ENOUGH. logan is the one who imposes the alarms in wtit to remind thomas to do certain chores. these two are basically cues for thomas to actually RESPOND to his mental health issues, but logan is more solution-based while remus is more emotion-based.

AND THEY R WHAT, STILL NOT LISTENED TO! but the important thing to realize is that, w so many implications about them being mirrors, something is Bound to happen, specifically to logan, that would eventually reach thomas and slap him into reality. remus and logan share the same goal, after all— to be listened to and for thomas to recognize his mental health issues. when remus says "gee logan now you're speaking my language" after logan got mad at him, remus is saying "now you understand why i use emotion as a means of getting other people's attention (and i hope you know who to use that against next time)" AND THAT MAKES ME INSANE. REMUS AND LOGAN R INSANE. they r scary powerful as a tandem and may change the course of thomas' life in the future and PLEASE SEE MY VISION Y'ALL THEY R MIRRORS

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Hi so I saw some your anon asks about lmk s4 and SWK so I am curious about what you think of the special and if I solved anything about not seeing SWK POV and him always the one with mistakes

The special does nothing to remedy any of my issues with the show and especially with season 4. Even though it places the 3 Demon Kings as firmly (mostly firmly?) villains, it's also kind of weird about it.

But my main issue is with SWK and Macaque.

Oh my God. If my biggest issue is how the show treats SWK, and my second biggest issue is the world ending after world ending stakes, then my third biggest problem is Macaque. Or, more importantly, his relationship to SWK and the rest of the cast. Like the more Macaque becomes a good guy the more I hate him. But that's besides the point, let's talk about the show's weird framing around these two to put some context to my problems with the special.

When Macaque is first introduced pretty much everything about him is meant to scream deceitful. From his appearance as looking like SWK, but not (to the point where MK mistakes the two until he gets close), to his very powers which are shadows (which tend to symbolize mystery, deceit, and general evilness) that are also very similar to SWK's powers. His purpose in that episode is gaining MK's trust so he can betray him. Okay, fine first episode, lesson learned.

The second time he's shown is in Shadow Play. The way the story telling is framed (through use of shadows, Macaque tricking the gang into thinking he's someone else, and later forcing MK to fight his shadow-fied friends just to push a message he projects onto MK for the crime of being SWK's apprentice and vaguely similar to him) would say that Macaque was either outright lying or twisting the details about his and SWK's past to put himself in a more favorable light (or more importantly, to put SWK into a less favorable one). MK defeats him, and we're still meant to not trust him. Fine. Cool.

Skipping over S3...

THEN WE GET TO THE SPECIAL. Macaque is not only shown to be completely in the right, but SWK is even worse than what was shown in shadow play. TF. Mind you, the whole point of the scroll was to show SWK's past, AND WE NEVER GET TO SEE IT FROM HIS PERSPECTIVE. It is only through Macaque's telling of the story that we see it, and this time it's framed as being the honest truth. It is SWK's fault for being so power hungry and full of himself that they have their falling out. Bro WHAT??? Mind you, since SWK is literally trapped under a mountain Macaque is also the one who leaves instead of the other way around. WHAT???

Let's put jttw aside entirely. This is just poor storytelling because it makes Macaque as a character not make sense. Why is he the one obsessed with SWK? Why does he want to be shown "the real Sun Wukong" in S1? Why is he upset that Sun Wukong abandoned him? He didn't abandon him. MACAQUE left.

And all of that really really begs the question WHY DID SUN WUKONG KILL HIM??? You can at least infer that if SWK was the one who left, and knowing the violence Macaque is willing to enact on others to get revenge, then Macaque likely did, or tried to do, something to the jttw crew that SWK was not too happy about. But Macaque was the one who chose to leave the relationship, so... what happened??? Why was Macaque even there? Why would he care?

Not to mention, for me at least, it destroyed what was left of my interest in Macaque after S3.

Sorry for the rant, but to answer your question, no, the special does not fix anything about the issue with SWK's lack of pov. It makes it worse.

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One has to wonder if Izuku's propping up of characters that don't deserve his respect has anything to do with him projecting his own heroic mentality onto everyone else. To be honest, this is biggest issue I have with him-he is willing to defend people like Aizawa, Bakugo or Endeavor even though they don't deserve it and expects the same out of others, and I've noticed that he has a tendency to trivialize the past trauma of others if that stops them from being as heroic as he is (all but demanding that Shoto use his fire and later on that he forgive his abuser because HE wouldn't let the fact he was abused for his whole life get in the way of mastering his quirk to become more effective, the whole Nagant fight where he sticks to the hero system even when he has direct evidence of the hero system being fundamentally corrupt and that he was on the wrong side all along, etc).

In my humble opinion, it boils down to him being a mouthpiece for Horikoshi. Bakugou, Endeavor, and Aizawa are characters he wants us to see in a positive light, and what better way to do that than for the main character (a "true hero," at that) to reaffirm their positive traits (Bakugou's strength and ambition, Aizawa being hard on his students because he cares, and Endeavor putting in the work to change).

It's definitely more present in the later seasons. For Bakugou and Aizawa it somewhat makes sense; he's been conditioned to think that Bakugou can do what he wants because he's strong and compared to some of his past teachers, he probably thinks Aizawa is a good teacher. He's desensitized to their behavior because he's been dealing with it for so long. But to extend that same courtesy to Endeavor is... Weird.

I've talked about him claiming that Todoroki's ready to forgive Endeavor before. It felt painfully out of character considering that Izuku said nothing about Endeavor all this time. Not once did he talk about what he thought about Endeavor's actions. But for some reason after 4 seasons, the first thing he does say in this regard is that the victim (his best friend) is getting ready for forgive him. This is even more odd since Izuku himself wouldn't be aware of the progress Endeavor even made. I have no other explanation other than it's Horikoshi's own feelings on the matter being projected onto Izuku.

Nagant, though, I feel is a little different. Izuku sticking to his morals and pushing through to save Chisaki isn't a bad thing. He also never denied that society was corrupt. But he maintains the attitude that if he keeps on doing the right thing for everyone else he can ebb the problem away. That was kind of the point of Dark Deku (albeit, executed horribly). And that's why Nagant accepted defeat (and later helped the heroes). She realized that if Izuku can keep his morals in such a toxic society, then all hope wasn't lost and that she shouldn't give up on the world. Missed opportunity for her to pursue Izuku a little longer, it would have been great for his character to have her really influence him and his thinking.

(Izuku should absolutely acknowledge the faults of society more than he does though in canon. Especially considering he was a victim of it. But if he does, he's no longer in a place where he can justifiably prop characters like Bakugou and Endeavor. And without Izuku as a mouthpiece, Bakugou doesn't really have a leg to stand on in terms of redemption)

I don't think him wanting Todoroki to use his fire had anything to do with Todoroki's worth as a hero. That was the guise Izuku used to get through to him because it was what Todoroki based his worth off of. In actuality, Izuku was encouraging Todoroki to take autonomy for the power he was born with and not to allow Endeavor to corrupt that aspect of him. Todoroki was holding himself back; not in terms of power but im terms of healing. And Izuku knew that.

You could make the argument that he was being insensitive. It's entirely valid. But I think he and Tododoki understand one another in ways that others don't. Todoroki understood Izuku's intention, which was why he responded positively to it.

(It's actually a very nice contrast to Bakugou trying to goad him into using his fire. Izuku's intentions are selfless and meant to help Todoroki, Bakugou's are selfish and somewhat mirror what his father wants. He's able to use his fire against Izuku because he knows that there's no ulterior motive behind Izuku's actions, he genuinely wants to help. Whereas Bakugou just wants to prove he's stronger and has zero consideration or sympathy for what Todoroki went through)