#its a metaphor for war LOL

[opens-up-4-nobody]

It's so weird watching fullmetal alchemist in contrast to naruto. Because both are set in fucked up worlds where everyone has committed war crimes, has had war crimes committed upon them, or is a war crime. But I trust that fma fundamentally understands how fucked up everything is, including the sinister qualities of the institutions that allowed this to happen. Naruto understands its fucked up on a surface level, but also glorifies the institution and never changes.

[beeapocalypse]

trying to craft a funger oc like aughhhh i can see him i can picture him in my head right now [image of the most off putting little man possible]

[the-best-bagel]

Overall the star blazers remake seems pretty mediocre but I did cry a lil bit when they brought red scarf out for the crew saying goodbye to earth

[genericpuff]

Hi Puff! Idk if anyone has asked you this yet but what are your thoughts on the god of war game series? Are they actually more "accurate" about the greek mythology then LO? xD

oh lord, I'm def not a good person to ask about this question because I haven't played through all the original God of War games (though it makes me laugh to think about them because watching my oldest brother play the first game when I was like 7 years old was the first time I'd ever seen video game boobies LOL) but considering it's just a hack and slash game in which you brutally murder the gods... ima give it a big noooo on that one LOL it's about as accurate as LO in that it's more about spectacle and drama than it is about actually being accurate to the myths they're based on lmaoo

As for the Norse series of games, I actually HAVE played both God of War 2018 and Ragnarok and loved them both, though I'm not as well versed in Norse mythology so I also can't say if what they take from Norse myth is accurate. Obviously I know that Atreus/Loki has zero relation to fictional character Kratos from Greece and I have basic understanding of general concepts like Yggdrasil and the nine realms among other things like that, but the finer details regarding the stories of the characters themselves I'm not as brushed up on. Hella great storytelling though and I appreciate the lengths they went to to make it feel like a Norse-myth-inspired environment, even down to the vocabulary and terms used.

Just like with LO, you shouldn't be taking any of what God of War does or says at face value. If you like the games (or LO), use it as an opening hook to get more into the actual myths if they interest you. But definitely don't use them as any sort of credible source LOL

Now that I'm typing out my thoughts on this though, I think the biggest difference between GoW and LO (one that makes GoW far superior to it) is that the creators of GoW never once led their audience to believe that they were more than what they were, a hack and slash video game inspired by specific myths. What you see is what you get with GoW, but LO - and Rachel - constantly feel like they're actually trying to be taken seriously and that's what makes it all the worse when their storytelling is godawful and the amount of actual "myth" they have in the comic amounts to as much as a Family Guy cutaway gag. Just completely directionless and uninspired to the point you wonder why it's even an Greek myth retelling to begin with. At least GoW fully immerses itself in the myths their games are based on and has a shitload of fun with it, with LO it'll just source some copy pasted Princeton document or lazily tell some mythological metaphor that has nothing to do with the overarching plot so that it can remind you "hey this is a Greek myth retelling!" before getting back to its bland Keeping Up with the Kardashians romance. The mythological "inspiration" in LO feels more like tired lip service at this point rather than actual inspiration, which is really bitterly ironic considering Rachel used to tote around calling herself a "folklorist" and claiming that everyone else's knowledge of Greek myth compared to hers was "basic af".

TL ; DR: The biggest difference between GoW and LO in their retellings is humility IMO.

[lemon-natalia]

Harrow the Ninth Reaction - Chapter 6

even immortal Lyctors have to deal with work meetings, no wonder she’s pissed off if she’s been dealing with Teams meetings for ten thousand years straight

this is Mercymorn! she doesn’t seem very impressed by Ianthe or Harrow. ‘sacred hand’ isn’t too bad, but if my job title was ‘holy thumb’ i think i’d quit

ooh i didn’t connect it before, but Harrow wrote a letter for if her eyes changed - and thats specifically a sign of becoming a Lyctor!

i mean Harrow is relatively young, but i feel like to someone ten thousand years old anyones gonna feel like a baby after a while. also imagine Mercy's reaction if Isaac had managed to become a Lyctor lol

Mercymorn reminds Ianthe of her mother? wow i don’t think i want to meet Mrs Tridentarius

ok, so the Erebos isn’t actually his seat like i had assumed, thats somewhere else

‘his close personal interest in this war’ well yeah he’s the Emperor i would hope he's invested in it

the Emperor hugging Mercymorn and her freezing up - feels like theres an interesting dynamic there

‘I know exactly who is behind this terrible blow’ great! if you could give some handy exposition so the reader could also know, that would be brilliant

the last person Harrow called ‘teacher’ turned out to be a vengeful ghost, so this doesn’t feel great

did he just resurrect that random Cohort member??

the Body looking at the Emperor … it just occurred to me that she might not just be a hallucination of Harrow, but maybe she made some kind of actual mental connection with the Locked Tomb body

oooh the drama between Mercy & Augustine, now i want a Lyctor soap opera

we know that Harrow told herself via letter to never give up the sword, but i think its interesting that the Emperor is letting her keep it

ok so all the water & magma metaphors are an explanation for how they’re able to travel so far in such a short space of time - kind of like Star Wars hyperspace travel, except actually given an explanation lol

‘voyaging nervously into the chamber of another person’s brain’ another person, not specifically Ortus here, hmm

[sylwanin-was-right]

Cameron making Spider a child character, let alone a Tarzan-esque "native on the inside" side-protagonist would make certain ppl so obsessed w him for such troubling reasons, to me 😭.

His character is the best foil to his violent military father bc he's the perfect character to project guilt and accomplishment onto. He's made too young and too helpless to blame yet just principled enough (loyal to fya Na'viyä way) to distract from his privilege as a human among the RDA. In the movie we saw how little it mattered that Spider had a specific place assimilated among the Na'vi, just that he wanted to be Na'vi and was assumingly tolerated by them by walking thru camp and being friends to Jake and Neytiri's kids. In The High Ground, Spider expressed to Neytiri an entitlement to be part of the family (and by extension Omaticaya Na'vi) despite not necessarily being invited to be Na'vi anywhere, as we dont see him go thru any rites of passage adjusted for his humanness and just introduced as someone with a fancy for Na'vi lifestyle (with the unfortunate, and also convenient case that he was the only kid born on Pandora).

Spider retains principle of being loyal to the Na'vi in very little parts of the movie, dressing, moving, and speaking like them, even emulating their skin markings with paint, and of course militantly protecting them when he could in the behinning and very end. Yet it takes this distance between scenes to make his sideplot seem relevant to anything and make his drastic straying frlm principles seem particularly justified, especially his fixation to kame his father despite his associations and actions against him and the Na'vi. As soon as his character and conflicts are introduced, he is made helpless to uphold his principles as a prisoner of war, teaching recoms intricate details of na'vi life and navigation, including speaking the language and the utility of tsaheylu, to preserve himself after a precedent scene of onscreen sacrifice (the brain interrogation torture). It seems easy for Spider to exchange his secrets for preservation and safety against the labcoats and to fufill his personal interest in knowing his father in his new form and this is strangely justified because.... Spider just had to be Quaritch's son, too? And its even easier for Spider to seem principled in his passivity by juxtaposing his simple plea to Quaritch's major damage and affect on years of slaughtering. A wooden "this is wrong" and "I'm sorry" gives certain audiences a sense of relief, a character to ease their guilt onto when a movie metaphorically calls them out too hard. "I'm not as bad as the other guy" when the guys are still in cahoots by the end.

In the comics, Spider is more on principle, but acts very entitled to be part of the Na'vi bc of bis friendship with Jake and Neytiri's kids and his appeal to the Na'vi, despite not having gone thru any rites of passage, not given any special role among the people, and not being entirely accepted. I really didnt like how Spider basically told Neytiri he was part of the family whether she liked it or not and how often Neytiri was set up to look as if she was irrational against Spider for not immediately accepting him and being a liability to their navigation. Its the sort of entitlement privileged ppl have when they think they deserve a place among another group because they oversimplify what being part of that group means in order to enjoy it more readily.

Spider is not played by the most expressive actor nor written in the comics as a likable character. He's easily distrustful to me despite his deliberate age and racial/ethnic position obscuring his role in the films and thus is not interesting to me. But I knew he'd get ppl's attention so much by having interesting commentary about other topics (which rlly should have been introduced in another film rather than jampacked into AWOW lol) obfuscated by his privilege. Its disappointing and gets me a little resentful 💀.

[daphnebowen]

percy jackson episode five thoughts

I skipped a couple episodes where I wrote down my thoughts, but I'm about to rewatch and write don't worry! warning: lots of screaming, fangirling, heart attacks, and nonsense below :))

also these are all just copied straight from the notebook I use when I'm writing down my thoughts and I barely proofread them :)

Annabeths trust in Percy being alive is literally just like her belief that Luke is alive later on and even though it's kinda sorta different (or at least people are gonna treat it that way) I'm all here for it

WHY WERE THE FATES SO CREEPY HELLO

AAAAAHHHH THE PERCABETH HUGGGG I IGNORED SO MANY SPOILERS AND IM SO GLAD 2 minutes in and I'm already fangirling so hard haha

is Grover blushing at them??

"surprise" omg Walker 😭🥹

the droplet of water clinging to walkers chin is so distracting

"I'm the last person to realize this aren't I?" It's okay Percy

his eyes are SO FREAKING BLUE it's giving zac efron from hsm2

"it doesn't have to be a thing, yk. That you hugged me." OHKAY HES NOT ENTIRE CLULESS THIS IS FAN SERVICE RIGHT HERE WE KNOW THAT IT MOST ABSOLUTELY WILL BE A THING LMAO and annabeths "oh boy" and Grover's clear exasperation HAHAH

where the heck did the motorcycle go lol we know it's ares but like it doesn't take that long to drive

"we're all gonna die... eventually" wise words Percy wise words

ugh the fact that it's Luke's string 💔

Ares ‼️‼️‼️

Ok but why is ares literally EXACTLY how I thought he would be?!?!

"that's my cousin? what kind of family is this?" A dysfunctional one for sure, sorry Percy you're in for a rough ride

ares starting a fight on twitter is ABSOLUTELY CRAZY and yet so in character lmao

"I'm gonna kill him" same Percy SAME I will gladly help you - although all things considered I am glad they decided to keep delinquent percy in the show

they keep bringing up the "push someone down a flight of stairs" thing! There's no way this is just a coincidence anymore, what with chalice of the gods and earlier on with Annabeth and like... they're obviously doing it on purpose. is that gonna be the shows new thing?? trusting someone enough so that if they can push you down the stairs they're the one? idk man, love the metaphor tho

PLS LET THERE BE THE ZOO TRUCK SCENE OH MY PLS

leah's eyebrow quirk is 💋

WATERLAND IS PERFECT OMG

walker portrayed Percy's anxiety and nervousness and scaredness (is that a word?) perfectly

Can't tell if Grover is actually a history buff or playing Ares so he will talk but that scene was actually cool, I like the change they made to have Grover stay behind (this was what I wrote originally, but now after seeing peoples interpretations and opinions and things I know he was playing ares and I think it's BRILLIANT how smartly he played the god of war. Good for you buddy!)

"I didn't say anything" "I can feel you thinking it" OHKAY THEN

thrill ride of love = flawless. No words. I am speechless.

"I hate kids" relatable

ARES IS ACTUALLY BEING SMART AND MAKING SENSE FOR ONCE not to mention he's so funny and so relatable!

AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH SEAWEED BRAIN ALERT 🚨 SEAWEED BRAIN ALERT 🚨 SHE CALLED HIM SEAWEED BRAIN AND I LOVED IT never mind the actual SCREAM i let out lmao

is Annabeth about to cry?!?!

yeah she's definitely about to cry

why am I so scared. This cannot be happening. What?? What??? he's the main character. main characters don't die. well except for Magnus chase BUT THOSE ARE DIFFERENT GODS AND DIFFERENT RULES NO WALKER

why am I actually so scared about this chair thing omg

(I would just like to say that I was so speechless and in shock throughout the whole chair thing, so I didn't write down a single quote but I loved them all I just was in too much shock to pause the show lol)

um.

WHAT. JUST. HAPPENED.

WHY IS MY BABY GOLD

WHY IS MY CHILD GOLDDDD

I AM SO CONFUSED RIGHT NOW THIS DEFINITELY DIDNT HAPPEN IN THE BOOKS MY BRAIN IS TOO SLOW FOR THIS 😭😭😭

oh my gosh ITS HEPHEASTUS

dude the way that door suddenly opened scared the crap out of me

leah is absolutely shining as Annabeth, her monologue was so profound and heartfelt, love that addition 💗

THAT CLIFFHANGER GOES CRAZYYYY

okay of course those of us who read the books know who really stole the lightning bolt and stuff but the clueless fools just watching the show are gonna be like OMG WHO WHO and even if they piece it together technically they'll only be half right. and their confusion and confidence in what they think they know is going to be SO entertaining in the coming weeks hehehehe and even throughout the whole series if we continue to get green lights for the series

but yes that episode was utter perfection! Now for the teaser...

WHO DID PERCY JUST TACKLE EXCUSE ME

duuuuude. The lotus casino is MASSIVE and actually super pretty I cannot wait for the episode tomorrow!

WHY IS PERCY DRIVING OMG THIS IS NOT LEGAL although tell me why he is literally better at driving than I am HAHAHAHAHAH

ugh and that is it! Those are all my random thoughts from the episode! thanks for reading :))

[redeyerhaenyra]

What about sweet kisses with Anselm that turn not so sweet 👀👀👀

This Magic Moment

Summary: Imagine being in comfiest bed with Anselm, and also having the wildest sex

Warnings: Vague references to smut lol

Notes: This turned out more fluff and sort of slice of lifey than smut but it’s still there! Also omg its the love of my life fen!!!!!

Hnnnng I love this trope

Let me set the scene for you

Imagine, just the comfiest, warmest bed

The fluffiest blankets

The most nicest scented incense

And the weirdest man cuddled next to you

Anselm the type to ask if you’d like to be displayed in a human sized bird cadge wearing only silk lingerie

Because you are his birdie :)

You’re tired rn though, so he’ll settle for just holding you in bed and kissing you every 2 minutes

like just continuously smooching your head, cheek, lips, nose, ect

Anything he can put his lips to, he will put them there

Side note- i just know this man has the goofiest pyjamas i just KNOW it

like he definitely has the most sillay stripped pjs and a fucking cap my man has that wee willy winkie drip

anyway

Anselm’s goofy ahh pjs aside

He’s very sweet and romantic when he wants to be

Almost rivals Jake if I’m honest

Almost

But, as most all Oscar isaac characters do

He gets impatient

Anselm the type to beg. On his knees if he must. For a crumb of that coochie

And you always give in because duh why wouldn’t you

So then he ends up ploughing you in bed

Its the comfiest thing you’ve ever experienced

You are warm and cozy in the sheets, the pussy is wet and gushing in the metaphorical streets

You know that once scene in the new Star Wars films where like

Kylo Ren is freaking out and the Stormtroopers like walk the other way

Yeah i feel like that’s what happens with the various butlers and maids and shit when they hear you and Anselm doing the narsty down the hall

its probably like a cycle to be honest

like you nap, cuddle, eat and drink, the fuck for a few hours

repeat

you both need showers and the sheets need changing afterward but for now?

it’s perfectly fluffy and cozy where you are :)

[just-a-floofy-catt]

THE LAST DRABBLE FOR NOW

Thank

Fucking

God

XD

This ones another barely coherent bullet point one lol

Its based completely around the song "Rises the moon" and its lyrics :)

• The dca bois in their recovery after the virus incident in sb :(

• Like, imagine a fic where you have to help them get better/back to normal after all that trauma

• Sun is still super paranoid and has a breakdown or panic attack at even the insinuation of the lights going out

• You have to slowly get him used to it and try to chill him out

• He feels really bad for not trusting Moon, since he missed him so much after all. But he just cant help it, and ends up overworking himself and trying to stay in control as long as possible and give as little chances as he can for Moon to come out.

• So then he has warring fear and guilt eating away at him

• On the other side of this, Moon is doing a hell of alot of reflecting

• He feels absolutely awful about what has happened, despite how much others try to tell him it isnt his fault and that hes also a victim in the situation

• He becomes incredibly distant and lost in his own wallowing, avoiding literally everyone and isolating himself out of fear of hurting someone

• Just imagine a super soft scene where after a month of trying to get Moon to just properly talk to them, YN ends up catching him sat alone in the dark with only the faint glow in the dark elements in the daycare illuminating him on the balcony. Hes literally just sat there, just staring sadly at the fake stars along the ceiling.

• YN approaches him carefully and he doesnt even notice

• They sit on the edge of the ballpit, looking up at him in silence

• He finally notices them and startles

• Random note - (Metaphor in the song of how every day with sun feels different, due to both his erratic behaviour and him actually slowly improving over time, but every night is always the same with moon refusing to open up to you)

• He just waits and stares at them suspiciously

• (This isnt their usual shift. They werent supposed to be in today and theyre a later than usual too.)

• (They asked if they could go in, because they felt like they just couldnt give up on Moon and made a spur of the moment impulsive decision before going to bed that they would go and see if catching him later would help at all or make a difference. They were desperate for just anything at all to work)

• They didnt really plan this, so not only do they not know what to do or say, but their lack of sleep means theyre tired af

• After a few moments of just silent staring, they start to droop a bit, and yawn, laying their head on their knees, just waiting for any reaction at all from him.

• Theres just complete stillness between the two, and YNs body seems to give into Moon’s stubbornness, dozing slightly and causing them to fall asleep

• Moon softens slightly, programming kicking in at seeing them so tired

• He hesitates, waiting a little longer, then goes down to them

• He cautiously approaches them, then reaches down to pet their head

• They shift slightly and he smiles

• His fear of accidentally hurting someone, or suddenly becoming a monster still holds him in its grip, making him rather scared when gently lifting them into his arms

• He goes back up to the balcony, heading for his room

• He jumps slightly as they suddenly grasp onto him

• "I promise things can get better, Moon... it will soon"   "i trust you."

• Moon is shocked and emotional from their sleepily-murmured words, suddenly having the realization that- yes. He does want that to happen. He does miss being with the childern. He misses being with Sunny. He misses being happy.

• He settles down into a pile of pillows and holds YN close, protective, as they sleep.

• Moon then agrees to working with YN and they slowly start his road to recovery

• Just YN helping a very nervous Moon to get his confidence back :)

• Meanwhile though, as this progresses, whilst Sun has pretty much eradicated his issue, he gains a new one. Dealing with the daycare kids all without Moon again is really taking its toll on him again, and not only does he desperately need the help, but he also really misses Moon

• Having him so close but just out of reach was destroying him over time. He knew he needed to be patient. Every time he asked you when he could properly talk to his Moonie again, thats what you always said. That moon needed more time to get better. And he understood that, but that didnt make it any less hard

• Eventually, theyre reunited

• Just

• Omg

• Imagine how FUCKING ADORABLE THAT SCENE WOULD BE

• I WOULD CRY

• Reading or writing it, i would S O B

• They finally have eachother back to take refuge in once again, and they owe it all to YN

• Cue the 3 of yall just being really sweet and all

[sebastianswallows]

these kinda go hand in hand for the emoji asks so 👀🤲

👀 Tell me about an up and coming wip please! 🤲 Would you please share a snippet of a wip? → Fanfic Writer Emoji Ask

😂 Oh boy, erm... I got a request for breeding kink with Seb? 👉👈 And I may be going a little overboard with it? Been working on it for two days, this is day 3.

Basically, it's kind of inspired by the myth of Pandora, or rather an interpretation of it.

The existing version is that Pandora's box released demons and evil and diseases into the world, and all that was left in it when it was closed were the good things.

But another interpretation I've read recently is that, perhaps, originally, Pandora's box was the source of all things (hence the name, Pan dora = all gifts). So that means good and bad and war and peace and illness and healing all originated from it. And in that way, it served as a metaphor for the womb, which creates all of humanity with all of humanity's potential for good and bad.

And from all that, I came up with the idea that Seb found this magical box that gave you whatever you need, kind of like the Room of Requirement that you could carry around lol. But you needed a special key to open it, and that key was... proof of love 👀 Cum, the key to opening it is girl cum and boy cum.

That's it, that's the fic. I'm halfway done at 5k words and I want to pull my hair out. It is smut from start to finish. And to make it more ✨fun✨, it's noncon, and my goodness do I hope the anon who sent the request won't mind, because it's comin' 😅

Anyway, thank you for your questions, nonny! 💕

And here's the hastily written and not proofread snippet. Below the cut, because NSFW:

He looked at her intensely, breathless, watching every frown and tensing of her face while his finger eased itself past her hole. He pressed in almost shyly, then retreated, then pressed in deeper, making her moan. Her hips twitched beneath him, trying to buck him off. To soothe her, he flicked her clit a little harder, distracting her with pleasure from the pain of piercing her.

“Shhh… shhh… there there,” he gentled with a whisper. “I just want to feel what you’re like inside…”

His thumb eased on her clit and he removed it, leaning closer instead to touch it with his tongue. She yelped and her hips jumped, but he held her down firmly while working his finger deeper, deeper, a little bit deeper inside with each thrust. Slowly, Sebastian curled his tongue beneath her hub, just letting it rest there as his lips slowly closed around it.

“It’s too much,” she whispered, her back arching, head thrashing left and right, her hands twisting senselessly into the rope. “Sebastian, it’s too… too much…”

He hummed as he suckled on her clit, sucking the taste of her flesh off of her. Her little pearl warmed up on his receiving flesh. Beneath, he removed his index finger and moved it instead to part one of her folds, now so much more swollen and throbbing, and placed in its stead his thicker middle finger in her hole. Rubbing back and forth gently, he opened her up a little wider, groaning at how her soft channel hugged him from every side. Her wetness dripped out of her around his knuckles, coating her upper thighs. She clenched when he shoved the digit all the way inside, her whimpers drowned out by Sebastian’s hungry moan when he felt the end of her on the tip of his finger.

“Stop it!” she hissed through clenching teeth.

Her legs struggled and moved until he caught one of them in his hand and held her by the knee close to his neck, folding her open while he ate at her, licking and sucking and teasing her with kisses from her clit to her hole where his finger teased her open. He parted from her with a suckling pull at her folds, then began kissing her inner thigh while he thrust his finger faster and faster, preparing her for what he was about to do.

“Why is it so difficult for you to accept being loved?” asked Sebastian, looking tiredly into her eyes, his lips against her skin, breath fanning over her most sensitive place that burned and leaked with her pleasure. It didn’t even sound like a tease, it sounded as if he was… sad for her, and genuinely curious to know the answer. “You’re not afraid of me,” he sighed, shaking his head slightly, “not really… You’re afraid of being vulnerable. With me...”

[yellowocaballero]

I love how your Bruce is traditional but it is also like a mix of different types of traditional. Like he comes across as both "Rich white old money type" traditional AND "member of a marginalized minority group who take great pride in their identity to cope with years of ostracization and going "the world wanted me dead for my culture and religion so i might as well die loud and proud instead of conforming to their unachievable ideals" " traditional

Thank you for this ask, I really love it! I have a shitton to say on this topic, including a lot of worldbuilding decisions on Gotham cultures, immigrant spaces, segregation, how it ended up like 1920s-1930s NYC/Chicago mixed with my own city, Jason "Foil" Todd's Inferiority Complex, but that would make this depressingly long. Long time readers would know that I have, like, really complex and discrete religion headcanons for everybody I write. It's important.

Any decent Batman Story (TM) is about Gotham. It has to be a huge presence. It's like writing Dick Tracy without Chicago, or Cheers without Boston. When he's written well, Batman is a reflection of Gotham, and they metaphorically represent each other.

Most Batman writers get this, so there's always a lot of historical worldbuilding and everything. But I'm a community health person, and I grew up in the inner area of my own very large city, and creating a Gotham that feels real and rich is more complicated than the Court of Owls stuff. For me, cities are the intersection of culture, community, history, oppression/SES/war etc, and the modern day to day lives of people. When I want to make a rich city that was relevant and important to the story, I wanted to focus on immigrants and cultural minorities. You know - the people who create the cities lol. I decided on a history that involved the idea that Jewish families were the oldest in Gotham, and that they were one of the people to help create it and influence its culture.

I read a Daniel Handler quote just now that said "there is something naturally Jewish about unending misery". What is more Batman, Bruce, and Gotham than that, lol. The Jewish diaspora experience - the traditional history just as you outlined it in your ask - is baked into Gotham, it's the foundation. Gotham is a city of unending misery, but it's a city that stands tall. It takes a thousand hits and always gets back up again. People within it experience unending poverty and suffering, but they stand together. Just fucking refuse to die, as a whole. What's more Jewish than that! What is more Batman than that! Gotham should always be allegorical for Batman and Bruce, and through Gotham existing in that traditional Jewish experience, I think that's where you got the impression of Bruce as very traditional too.

Tim and the Drakes are the modern reflection of this. I was extremely explicit that Tim is alone in the world because of the Holocaust. I talk a lot in the story about how war and violence destroy children's lives, and that stretches back to the 1940s. About how war and violence creates violent children, which is what Tim became. His acting out was from the trauma of seeing his family slaughtered in front of him, and like a lot of people he used his religion to justify it.

There's a reason why the very first moment when Tim and Bruce actually connect as a family is when they find kinship and understanding through their shared backgrounds and values. They both saw their families slaughtered, they're both alone in the world - but they found each other, and they'll keep living.

OK BELIEVE IT OR NOT THAT'S THE SHORT VERSION. Seriously, though, I'm not. Uh. Actually fucking Jewish. This is like the fourth time I've talked out of my ass about this. I'm actually really interested in reading about the actual Jewish themes in Batman, because from what little I know they HAVE to be there. Any smart people out there who know about it, or who can link something written about it?

[fairuzfan]

I personally think it was very poor taste at best and racist at worst for Suzanne Collins to position Peeta- a white teenager- as this moniker for peace in the series and Gale- a young man of color- as someone that represents conflict and not moving on and then making him a cop in the end to boot.

So yeah I actually had a whole thing written for this earlier where I agreed and pointed out some stuff in addition that harmed the story and message or were just outright offensive because of the... implicit/explicit racism (ie, her mom abandoning her, who was assigned to which district/resource based on race/ethnicity, etc) but after hearing about that interview she had. Dang. I thought it was a lack of education, which it still might be, but. I don't know, feels weird how centered she is about the vietnam war affecting her and her dad when the people that suffered the most are the vietnamese at the hands of her father and the US empire. It kinda feels like... contradictory to her message a bit? With how it feels like she is on the side of the people of the district and that the Capitol is in the wrong, but after listening to her inspiration, it feels kinda icky.

Anyways, yeah I agree. It annoyed me how peeta represented "Peace" and Gale seemed so rageful and territorial of Katniss. And how white savior-y it seemed to make Peeta be the one to "save" her in the beginning. And! The way Peeta seems to also represent "forgiveness" in a way that feels like a metaphor for excusing the people who cause you trauma. Katniss, and Gale, don't owe anyone any forgiveness for the terror they faced. And honestly, it's kind of weird that Peeta, who went through the games, would demand forgiveness of others.

It would have been a better story (if collins didn't write it lol) if Peeta was also in the Seam and Gale was written so one-dimensionally and came back to district 12 to rebuild his community as a leader instead of like. Becoming a weapons manufacturer lol. And the way that he asked Katniss "does it matter" when she asked him if it was his trap that killed Prim. Like Gale, who stood up in the face of oppression even if it caused him harm, would not fucking say that. He would be torn to pieces over it. Collins really did Gale dirty.

There's also like the hypersexualization of Gale vs Peeta who seemed more... complex in the story (although he was pretty annoying ngl), but that might be more fandom than the novels.

And I know I shared that quote earlier as one that made me cry, but I really didn't appreciate how it says "settle its differences."

“I no longer feel any allegiance to these monsters called human beings, despise being one myself. I think that Peeta was onto something about us destroying one another and letting some decent species take over. Because something is significantly wrong with a creature that sacrifices its children’s lives to settle its differences.”

This reads as if the oppression people face is a "difference of opinion" rather than a violence being inflicted on them for daring to rebel against a harmful regime. I really do like the beginning part of the sentence, I just. Wish it ended differently.

There's more that annoyed me but honestly, idk if I want to talk about it at this point. Basically this is just to say you're totally right in that its racist. Thank you for sending this in though.

[cadmusfly]

Bringing this to a new post because that post was Gettin Long and I wanna respond to @josefavomjaaga

i have an addiction to worldbuilding and if people ask me worldbuilding questions i will just keep going on and on and on sorry

Part 1 of Marshalate Dragons AU Posting

More Marshalate Dragons AU

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If Bessières cannot be a dragon, could he occasionally be assigned to command Lannes? That should guarantee action. Not necessarily action against the enemy. But action. Bessieres is human most of the time but oh yes, I think they may be forced to work together, especially if Lannes has given Napoleon a lift and Bessieres has to accompany Lannes somewhere else

There's a mysterious white dragon who accompanies Napoleon sometimes, Napoleon calls him Marengo. This dragon appears to be one of those who refuses to talk to anyone except for those they are bonded to. There's rumours that this dragon can instantly appear in faraway places, because sometimes the Emperor just... appears. Obviously, the Emperor's other dragon companions are extremely jealous.

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By the way, would Larrey be some kind of magical veterinarian in this world? Maybe! I feel like some of the infantry marshals should probably remain human now that I've seen how many infantry marshals there are, but Larrey as the Magical Vet is also a very good idea, having to stick an arm down a sick dragon's mouth or put a splint on a wing or something

It's like being a vet but your charges can shittalk you, and since they're doing it telepathically they can keep talking while you're fixing their teeth

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Masséna could be a dragon, right? He would have to be in about the same age as the Lefebvre one. But a lot more elegant, leaner, also more cautious. And with a huge pile of gold he can hold his naps on.

100000%.

So I had been thinking earlier that part of this AU is linking the avaricious nature of dragons to the looting and plundering that was so endemic to the French army - which, the army felt like they were forced to do in order to break even or even profit from the wars

But I had a brainwave that even "ordinary" dragons in the army enjoy looting because, well, when you feel like you've earned something nice, then you're attached to it, and dragons in this verse need those nice things to lessen their dragon-stupors, so the ones in the army feel almost obligated to loot and plunder!

It's awful and I love this literalising metaphor lol

But yes back to Masséna, he is a medium-to-large beast with feathery wings (he has an eagle and an angel on his coat of arms), one eye shot out in Totally Not A Hunting Incident (Berthier claimed to have accidentally swiped his eye out but. Have you seen how small Berthier the dragon is. And that's not a scratch.)

And he sleeps on a pile of gold.

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Would it be possible for Soult to keep his aides around?

Oh he absolutely does - as such a big dragon about the size of a house, his claws are too large to manipulate maps and write things down! He needs aides to grumble at so that they can move the map this way and that and write down notes and letters

unfortunately if he wants to dictate any affectionate or familial letters he has to dictate it to them as well

In fact, Soult is actually large enough that multiple people can ride on his back - not as large as the Temeraire dragons, but maybe two or three? So most of the time its his aides on his back, but during big important engagements when Ney has to go up there, there's also one of Soult's aides just. awkwardly there as well.

and they definitely bring him paintings and Louise when needed

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And the idea of a drowsy Soult wanting to be petted by Louise makes me melt 💘.

"Was it necessary to tire yourself out so much, my dear Soult?" Louise's voice carried both admonition and a lighthearted touch, which was reflected in the way she lightly stroked the dark carmine scales. Echoed the deep voice in her mind, almost sheepishly, No. I had wished to ascertain the enemy's position and did not trust the reports of my scouts. The large golden eye of the dragon, the size of her head, blinked at her, accompanied by a soft low rumble. Were it to anyone else, the dragon would never have admitted it. But to Louise Berg, Soult could never lie. A burst of hot air escaped the dragon's nose in a mighty exhale. Might I request a scratch slightly further down? But only if your hand does not tire, my dear. "You make me work so hard!" But she obliged happily, and the dragon sighed with deep contentment.

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What do dragons eat, by the way?

Meat! Lots of livestock! They are willing to eat horses. Humans are usually off the table because afaik Christians especially in those days wanted the whole body buried and also people tend to have a thing about that.

But I think they actually eat less than what's expected of a creature their size, because if we treat them as slightly magical slightly folkloric creatures, then they're partially sustained by the presence of their favourite things/their hoard and their favourite people - this can be seen as a bit of a metaphor for draconic greed, too

Maybe they're like snakes in that they eat quite a bit at once and then don't eat for a while?

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With regards to Murat: Historically, he did hold the office of Grand Admiral of France. In case you need an excuse to turn him into a sea serpent ☺.

he would be

the worst

snek

but i did decide that he wasn't the secret dragon shapeshifter and is a human, partially because im not sure he would be able to shut up about himself being a secret dragon man, even if spilling the secret is dangerous due to some Fairy Tale Bullshit

still, imagine the fanciest sea snek in the fanciest ornaments

he is enjoying designing dragon uniforms though

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I also feel like Caulaincourt should keep his job as Grand Stable Master - except now there's dragons.

yes.

I mean I think that the dragons being People mean that their quarters are very, very nice, but in a pinch one of the smaller ones can squish into a nice stable too heh

[yeahcurrahhe-e]

𝐘𝐎𝐔’𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐍

𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐎𝐖𝐍, 𝐊𝐈𝐃

〚 𝐆. 𝐋𝐔𝐙 〛

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ➛ language

𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓 ➛ anonymous: Can I request prompt four from the happy prompt list with George Luz please? — prompt used: “i’m here for you”

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑’𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 ➛ lol this is so short and the ending is shit

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ➛ @inglourious-imagines

𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐉𝐔𝐗𝐓𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘, every soldier discovers that their fondest companion throughout the bloodshed, blasts of artillery, and misery, is loneliness.

From either the sticking of the final stamp on the envelope secured with an enlistment form, or the letter decreeing monotonously that they had been drafted, they had been on their own.

They have their fellow soldiers, but each one has their reservations about companionship — I might be laughing with you one day, and that very night may be struck paralyzed by your absence as I cradle your dirt-ridden dog tags.

The human desire for socialization — an accompanying heartbeat that exists alongside them in a world that has pivoted — it’s all a price to be paid towards the bank of war. Nobody quite knows when the pay is due; it just simply is gone one day, and you’re left bitter.

But, she couldn’t fathom the bitterness that gradually tiptoed into her boyfriend, George Luz, frigid as the European air outside their HQ and burdensome as an anchor.

She watched him now, watched how the hostility reared its head through curt and blunt remarks that weren’t promptly balanced with his quick-wit quips. Each word is a sharp, metaphorical shove against the shoulders of those that crowd him, their gloved and callused hands entangling in greed to pluck a Hershey bar or other reminder of home from the counter. His disgruntled words are persistent in their pursuit to push each man away, forsaken him to the companionship of a hodgepodge of chocolate bars, cigarettes, magazines, comics, and a few miscellaneous cans of food…perhaps some pathetic whisper of himself would watch them walk away — limbs intact, heartbeats not wearied by a bullet or artillery. Maybe even imagine Muck and Penkala in their midst.

“I don’t got enough for all of ‘ya!” he’s proclaimed it for a consuming time, and now his voice crescendos into a tone that was every aspect foreign for him. A ticking stick of dynamite.

She stood, penned words for some stuffy general in Washington falling futile as she tossed down her pen, prepared amidst exhaustion and cold to diffuse the dynamite.

“Alright, you squealing pigs, leave him alone — you’ll get your cigarettes, chocolate, and comics later,” she walked over to the throng of soldiers that resembled scorned children now, their lips pinched with sour scowls and tongues curled to dispute, but the lieutenant bars on her jacket kept the resistance at bay.

“I ain’t saying anything; I just being polite like my ma taught me and waiting my turn,” Floyd defended, begrudgingly sliding away from his slouch against the counter to depart with the others.

“Your charm hits like a dull bullet against her, dumbass,” Liebgott chastised, flicking Talbert upside the head as he stalked towards the exit, footfalls a whisper above a stomp.

“And she already got a boyfriend,” Grant chimed in to Talbert’s rebuking, then murmuring something about his friend’s lack of shame about blatantly charming a girl in front of her boyfriend.

Y/N rolled her eyes and Talbert departed after the spitfire Californian taxi driver, deliberate to elude eye contact with her in his strides out the door.

The remainder of balked and frowning soldiers make their languid retreat, then it’s just George and her in the ramshackle living room, some European soprano’s voice weaving through the radio’s speaker behind him like a needle and thread.

“You sent ‘em off like a bunch of dogs that just got kicked,” George shot out in a quip, yet the wisecrack clattered in the air with a vacancy — an absence of his defining humor.

His fingers, in the time anticipating her response, make haste with continuing to coordinate the inventory of American goods. One may even label it a nervous tic.

“Nothing their egos can’t handle,” she shrugged, minding the spread of items as she leaned against the wall adjacent to the counter.

The distant relative of a laugh pushed out from his chest as he scrawled down the number of Hershey bars on his checklist. The pencil wavered with a few agitated thwacks against the paper once he does this, and she wondered if he was there with her entirely.

Neither say anything after his spurt of an unsure chuckle; he organized the strewn items with the vigilance of a puppeteer, and she resigned herself to being his one-person audience, hands clasped behind her to bolster against the wall.

“You’re on your own, kid,” he’s the eventual one to stop whatever semblance of a show his hands were unintentionally orchestrating. They waver now over the neat stockpile of Lucky Strikes they assembled, and his eyes don’t level with hers.

“Hm?” his abrupt remark prompted the beckoning for elaboration from her.

“That’s what my dad said to me before I left for Basic,” he remarked, satisfying her inquiry for explanation, eyes vaguely poised in a squint as if recalling the memory from years ago, “Said that I may have all the guys in my company, but at the end of the day, it’s just me…because everyone else is disposable as garbage to the military and who would want to be friends with trash?”

“Former soldier?” she pondered, as if it would be a potent excuse for such cruel frankness, leaning now against the counter with elbows propped on it.

“Nah, just a pessimistic, miserable man,” George shrugged, at last flicking his doe eyes up to even with her gaze, his palms settling flat against the counter.

Almost as if piloted by instinct, did his pinky finger angle itself towards the arched edge of her hand, and from the aloof expression on his face, the seek for touch wasn’t within his realm of awareness.

“Fun,” she mused, more than keenly cognizant of the cold brush against her hand, how her own pinky finger linked with his own with the rigidity and attraction of a chemical bond.

“Still don’t know how we’re related,” the corner of his frown relented to the impression of a simper as he spoke.

An ambassador of a muffled worry appeared in her mind as she contemplated his words, a worry that murmured of how he was gradually slipping into that vacuum of misery. How he may not have to question anymore why he was so different from his father.

Y/N fleetingly pursed her lips, casting a terse glance down to their interlinked fingers before muttering, “You know I’m here for you.” And damn what your father says.

George’s finger steadied tighter around hers, indicative of his abrupt awareness of their mutual clasp and perhaps of the weight pervading her words. Maybe even questioning if she always will be there.

“Yeah,” he settled for a mere one-word retort, inclinations for both pessimism and optimism squelched into his mind — away from her.

The tightness of temptation in her throat wanted to make a spectacle of his warpath towards bullshit, nonchalant responses for anything related to how the war as ravaged their minds, souls, and bodies.

The ache in her heart ultimately won, though, as it beckoned for her to just nod, tighten their clasp and hope that it’s enough of an a buoy to drift him back to shore.

[cyb-by-lang]

doing a little reread and in chapter 22, Hayate notes that Jason would've earned some points from Konoha just based on his personality and protective drive.

now i'm imagining Jason ending up going to Konoha, for whatever reason. maybe a break from Gotham. even though he's aware of how fucked up Hayates home is, i feel like peacetime Konoha might be a little vacation for him (as long as it's brief)

obviously it'd be a logistical nightmare, bc if the wrong folks find out about this chakra-less foreigner then i'm sure that'd be a whole plot of its own. and even among allies he'd absolutely despise any attempt to study him (Tsunade, Jiraiya, and just about any med-ninja would go 👀👀👀 at this apparent walking, breathing corpse)

BUT, assuming it's just a brief trip for him, i think Hayate would love showing him around and taking him to training fields. Kei, maybe not super stoked, but if it makes Hayate happy she could possibly be persuaded to leave her envy at the door :3

i'm mostly enjoying the idea of Team Minato and Hayate sparring with Jason (with their metaphorical kid gloves on of course, their chakra enhanced hits would break so many bones)

how do you think Jason would react to this hypothetical scenario? reluctant enjoyment mixed with background horror of a military regime full of child soldiers? maybe a little envy for the absurd strength and abilities of even genin? lol this is gonna tickle my brain for a while

While Hayate is fond of him, bringing Jason to Konoha is generally one of those ideas that ought involve a fair amount of planning if it happens at all.

Starting with maybe actually formally ending the war with Kumogakure. Last Kei and Hayate knew, the villages were still in talks and also still taking potshots at each other. (see: Kumo's attempt to kidnap Hinata hasn't happened yet.) A stranger in the village would not necessarily be welcome in the middle of an atmosphere strained like that.

Just because Konoha never spawned the Joker also doesn't mean Jason would ever want to hang out on Child Soldier Planet. Finding the society morally abhorrent isn't gonna change just because Jason gets along with a couple of people from it.

They'd probably be safest bringing him to visit Mount Myoboku and meet the Toad Sages. Fewer preconceived notions on all sides, and no child soldiers or major security concerns. Just mind the cuisine options.

[vickozone]

The Magnus Archives

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#81 childhood neurodivergent trauma. I like Georgie already. … I… didn’t like this episode very much. It reminds me too much of myself…

#82 Elias has the eye powers

#83 “The Stranger.” Circus and delivery service seem to theme. But, how?

#84 Martin is filling in for Jon, old “graveyard”, Melanie is archival assistant?

#85 “The Spiral”, someone isn’t not existing, Georgie is going on a date.

#86 The blanket never did anything, Jon spills some tea.

#87 Sebastian was so oblivious that Megan had to invite him back to notice something was up. [what an icon] Also, mentions of the lightless flame, the stranger, and some weird ritual. Jude Perry even needed to show up!

#88 The calliope is GONE. DIG. Martin really got into that statement and I do not trust Daisy one bit.

#89 Perry is The Desolation and Jon’s hand is TOTALLY singed off

#90 Jared is a bodybuilder and a butcher? He’s the Barbie of TMA. Also, strong women.

#91 Just as quick as he came, Michael Crew, [avatar of?] The Vast, is dead. Daisy is strangling Jon and we learn he can make people speak. AAAA NOT HIS THROAT!

#92 Elias confesses to killing Gertrude and Jurgen, Basira now works at the institute, “Hunt” is associated with Daisy, Jon is so mentally and physically unwell, and more details about the avatars.

#93 Admiral, delivery service, Georgie learns the truth, “Jonathan Sims, are you trying to save the world?”

#94 Georgie talks about her own experiences with death

#95 Martin reads statement regarding 2nd World War. He cares for Jon… a lot…

#96 Breekon and Hope backstory, and Daisy/Jon interview Sarah Baldwin

#97 “ELIAS, WHAT IS MY METAPHORICAL PIT?!” Also, Nikola Orsinov is that stranger chic.

#98 Maxwell, sandman, and Mel is new to poisoning people.

#99 The buried, Michael used to work for Gertrude, Jon is moving out and he got kidnapped— HOW MANY TIMES IS HE GONNA GET HURT?! (HIS LAST NAME IS SHELLEY?! 🥺)

#100 This is so hard to listen to. This literally hurts my brain.

#101 Michael. He… IT shares its statement. Gertrude created Michael. It got sucked through its own door, making way for… Helen Richardson. “He trusted her.” (I feel I am being too tame. MICHAEL IS DEAD?!)

#102 Jon + Mel planning to kill Elias right in front of him, Jon spoke French, more bugs.

#103 Demon pig

#104 If Tim dies… oh, he’s so hurt…

#105 Jon goes to china, The End mentioned, he is rather oblivious.

#106 The space and vast, also Melanie + Basira are shipping Martin and Jon. Stoppp! Also, Elias is pure evil. Jon is also ace.

#107 Jon travels the world, meets murderer’s daughter and vampire hunter! Power trio!

#108 “The world’s a stage…” + PETER LUKAS, MY BOY

#109 More of the trio and how they met. Mustermann just needs some quiet lol

#110 creepy spider movie director. Martin finds a way to distract Elias. ALEXIA. YOU GO!

#111 GERRY! NO! Also, there’s 14 fears. This episode is legit one of the most important.

#112 Friends take turns killing one another, and Barisa + Daisy are… friendly

#113 Gertrude knew Adelard, The End avatar, and Martin needs to keep his hands to himself! “TURN IT OFF!” 😰

#114 Hill Top Road cleaner, and we are off to blow a place up! :D

#115 yo. It’s the antique guy. Also, Helen is nothing like Michael… she’s… pure, somehow?

#116 This was the most confusing thing I’ve ever heard. I’m killing Leitner again if Tim dies.

#117 They all give their statements before The Unknowing. Tim… oh, Martin is so gay and Gerard is gone…

#118 I actually cried. Martin, you sweet boy, you don’t deserve this— WHAT IS HAPPENING!? NAH! NOPE!

#119 16 MINUTES OF PURE CONFUSION. I CAN’T EVEN START IMAGINING A SETTING! Kaboom.

#120 Tim is… dead. Lukas is in charge and Jon is in the hospital. (I need to lie down)