#literally my life hinges on this mans opinion

[mechawolfie]

does disco elysium have multiple endings?

[sunnybyler]

i’ve been sitting on my thoughts for so long but i just have to get this off my chest. i don’t like to yuck ppls yum so if you like e/riel pls scroll away nd keep having your fun it’s not my problem. however some of y’all can get mean as HELL and as an elucien i have to get this off my chest. (also warning for gwynriels i’m with y’all i defend y’all here however i do go in a bit on az in this so fair warning). i truly have no idea why e/riels cling so hard to the azriel bonus chapter in acosf because that chapter, more than literally anything else in the series, proved to me that e/riel is absolutely NOT going to be endgame. let me explain:

1. it is explicitly stated that azriel did not think of his relationship with elain outside of a sexual nature. i think some ppl get kinda annoyingly puritanical when trying to make this point when it’s like 100% certain lucien had sexual thoughts of elain too. the point isn’t the thoughts themselves. the difference here is the explicit mention that he didn’t consider anything with her outside of that.

2. the point above ^ is further exacerbated by the fact that az did not give a flying fuck if he killed elain’s MATE. even if elain hasn’t accepted the bond, it would still be extremely painful for her based on what we’ve seen with rhys, feyre, and even rhys’s parents (who weren’t good for each other, yet we saw how rhys’s dad lost it when she died). now of course us lucien lovers know damn well he would never in a million years call a blood duel to try to claim elain (and fuck u rhys for saying that, i usually have your back but come ON you are not the only male who can respect their mate’s autonomy). but az doesn’t know that!? in fact seems to agree with rhys that he could. ppl argue on who would win that fight — my opinion hinges 100% on if powers are fully unleashed but that’s not the point at all. no matter WHO wins, elain is going to feel responsible for someone’s death. of course it wouldn’t be her fault if men decided to be fucking stupid, but with the little we know about elain shows that she would feel so guilty if that happened. but azriel doesn’t seem to give af that anyone fighting to the death over her is the last thing she would ever want. not only did az not think of elain outside his fantasies and therefore not fully care for her, but he doesn’t seem to even KNOW elain in this chapter. now, i could go in on this in acosf as a whole. but i’m keeping it to this chapter alone.

3. and further on THAT point, az doesn’t really give any reasoning on his interest in elain outside of this insane “three brothers/three sisters” thing he fully pulled out of his ass. tbh i almost thing this is sjm’s way of addressing the fan theories on that. now i get it to some extent from az’s pov — seeing his brothers happy with these sisters must fuck with your head after you’d all been bachelors together for 500 years. especially considering how he’s felt unworthy of love his whole life and this seems to support that insecurity of his. i get that it makes him feel ostracized from them, and that he’s now an outlier not being with an archeron. i get that. i do. i sympathize with him here. however that does not change the fact that he isn’t speaking of elain like she’s her own individual here — hell he fully calls her “the other”. i think part of this conversation was him being frazzled, i give him a bit more grace than some do (tho he pissed me off BAD in this scene), but we were fully in this man’s head. did he give us a full reason why he liked elain besides his brother’s mates and his sexual thoughts?? they would’ve at least crossed his mind when rhys was grilling them if sjm was trying to set up her next romance here. as it is, we have literally nothing to imply azriel actually likes elain herself and not the idea of being closer with his brothers.

4. az has kinda a habit of ignoring the reality of the women he’s attracted to in some way. he has his own version of them in his head that he puts on a pedestal. now i could do a whole psych eval on this man and how he thinks he’s unworthy of love and therefore only allows himself to have feelings for women he knows/thinks he can’t have. but to focus on this chapter alone, my points above ^ about how he doesn’t really think of elain outside his fantasies/bringing him closer to his brothers and not really understanding her pretty much wraps it up there. i mean he even talks about how he thinks his scarred hands don’t belong on her because she’s so perfect in his eyes. that’s not love, that’s obsession and it’s unhealthy. he clearly thinks himself below elain and ignores that she has her own flaws too.

5. aaaand i saved the biggest for (almost) last….. GWYN. this is a genuine GENUINE question. why in the fucking hell. would sjm make half the chapter focusing on az & gwyn if she was teasing e/riel. like that makes no sense. not to be annoying and mention chekhov's gun but that idea applies to relationships too. i’m sorry but she couldn’t be more explicit about her future romances. you could argue “oh well it’s because there’s gonna be a love triangle”. y’all. elain has. elain has a mate. there already IS a love triangle. there was absolutely no reason for her to bring gwyn into this chapter other than her preparing us for a future relationship, literally none. especially with all the romantic subtext (hell not even subtext, just TEXT). gwyn getting him to talk about himself so easily when he’s so quiet usually, him taking the idea of making her happy and he “buried the image down deep, where it GLOWED QUIETLY” (which SCREAMS mating bond to me but even if it’s not it’s clearly something he cherishes deeply), the SHADOWSINGERS SHADOWS SANG FOR HER!?

6. the fucking necklace regifting. oh it’s bad. OHHH ITS BAD. when the girls realize it’s gonna be SO messy but im hoping sjm doesn’t go the stupid cat fight route bc neither of them did anything wrong. az did. i’m sorry i’m dunking on him so much in this post i rlly don’t hate him i just think he needs like decades of therapy (which tbf don’t we all) which i unfortunately don’t think sjm is going to give him before giving him his romance. but even the biggest azriel lovers have to admit that this was insanity. a few points on it here. first, if it’s so easily regiftable then it couldn’t have been that well thought out in regards to elain. say what you will about lucien’s gifts, even argue that he gave her jewelry too. but elain was actually shown wearing pearls. az’s gift seemed shallow to me — it was something pretty, and elain’s pretty, and it had a flower, and elain gardens. it’s clear lucien put SO much more thought into his gifts, whether he succeeded or not (which i need to remind y’all — we still don’t know. maybe she liked the gifts maybe she didn’t, but regardless she acted the way she did bc of her feelings about the bond, not the gift). and azriel has spent so much more time with elain than lucien has. if that necklace really felt like elain to him, he could’ve kept it or returned it. but nope. buddy gave it to a whole other girl bc he could easily associate it with someone else. he clearly felt some special pull towards gwyn too, going out of his way to give it to her. he had ONE meaningful conversation with her. i already discussed the quote earlier that makes me think mating bond personally. but no matter what, him giving her the same gift he gave someone he was pursuing romantically is a clear sign of what’s to come (and probably a setup for some sort of drama that i don’t think im mentally ready for).

so there we have it! why i think that the bonus chapter thoroughly proves that e/riel is not going to be endgame. i honestly think it’s possible they might be a thing for a minute (tho i could also see this being the closing of that chapter), but i don’t think it’s going to last. sjm just gave us too many blatant hints that elain and az would NOT work together long term, and that azriel in particular is more suited for someone else. i might’ve missed some points bc there is SO much that goes down in this tiny chapter so lmk if there’s other stuff you picked up on!

[mousy-nona]

All of God's Angels p. 3/5

I think you will like His newest creation, Gabriel mused. I’ve foreseen a challenge for you. An equal. A partner, tall and beautiful and terrible, and crowned in red. // Or Lucifer tries to save a life, and ends up making a deal instead.

All parts up on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53800450/chapters/136173307

Contrary to popular belief, Lucifer hadn’t always hated humans. Truth be told, he still didn’t. He was disappointed in their bloody, chaotic, meaningless choices, but he didn’t think they were all bad. 

Humans fought. They felt. They changed. They dreamed. Angels, on the other hand, were like static figurines, perfect from inception, nothing but boring old tools meant to forge the Father’s holy vision. 

Was it little wonder why he was so drawn to Alastor? On the outside, the demon was everything he despised about humanity. He was cruel and sadistic to the extreme, selfish and cutthroat. Hell had been made to contain sinners like him. He was exactly why Lucifer regretted setting Eve free — the embodiment of greed and pride and pain for the sake of pain.

But he was also everything Lucifer loved about humans. The ingenuity. The ambition. He could sing like the goddamn stars and whip out a sonnet or two after. He was genteel and sophisticated, with a quick wit and a silver tongue sharp enough to cut the Devil. And he was already starting to change – not a lot, not at his core, but the gentle atmosphere of the hotel and Charlie’s endless optimism were softening his hard edges. 

A monster and a gentleman. Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, for the price of one. Had there ever been a more fascinating man? 

He could not die. He could not die. Not now, not when Lucifer had just found him. 

But oh, Death was close. Lucifer could feel his scythe trembling nearby, ready to swing. This injury…even in the dim light of the fireflies, he could see it ran to the very heart of Alastor. Literally. His chest gaped open where Adam’s blast had run him through, exposing him down to his very bones and his twitching cardiac muscles. An inch to the left, and he would have never walked away from the battle. An open heart, flayed open for all the world to see! 

Good Lord, the strength it must have taken to walk around as if nothing was wrong. Lucifer shuddered, blanching at the mere thought. If their positions had been reversed, would he be able to do such a thing?

(No. He wouldn’t.)

“This isn’t a freak show, my good fellow,” his radio static came from the darkness, somehow, impossibly, still measured and even. “If you’ve got an opinion, now’s the time to share it.”

“Y-y-you–” Lucifer shook his head, annoyed at the stutter. How was he the one showing weakness when Alastor was laid up in bed with his chest carved in half? “It hasssn’t healed at all!”

He stopped abruptly at the hiss and felt his tongue. It was forked. What the Hell? Slowly, he reached up and felt his head…where twin horns protruded from under his hat. 

He’d transformed? When? 

With an effort, he managed to shrink himself back to his normal shape, puzzled at his complete lack of control. That kind of behavior was unlike him. 

“I assumed that’s what you were here for,” came the exasperated reply. “Considering angelic power is your area of expertise, not mine.” 

“I’ll need to come closer–” 

“No need. You can see perfectly fine from where you are.” 

“I can’t help you if I can’t see!” Lucifer snapped.

“Then leave.”

Static and green symbols flashed across the room. The muggy warmth of the bayou turned ice cold as a surge of shadow swept the door open. It banged mournfully on its hinges, letting out a ghostly wail of protest. 

Lucifer straightened, feeling his own fire flicker in response. “Do you really want to die so badly? Why are you being so goddamn stubborn?”

“Why. Are. You?” 

Twin radio dials lit up the far corner with a hellish red beam. Lucifer could see Alastor’s face in full for the first time – and it scared him. 

He wasn’t scared for Alastor. He was scared for himself.

Alastor was grinning. It was the smile of the void, the smile of the shadow and the dark and the monster beneath your bed a second before they struck. It was the smile of a Dealmaker, right before they revealed their hand. Somehow, impossibly, it was Alastor that held all the cards – even though it was Alastor who was knocking on Death’s door. 

How? How the Hell was he doing it? 

And maybe something was deeply wrong with Lucifer, but he found himself leaning forward, a shock of affection washing over his long-dead heart. This was what it meant to be human. This is why he gave Eve the apple. 

All that potential. Finally realized.

Then Alastor said it. Those famous last words. “Let’s make a deal, shall we?” 

Lucifer gulped, his heart beating double time. He was sure Alastor could hear it. “A deal? For my soul?” He was torn between laughing incredulously at Alastor’s sheer gall and fighting the urge to finish the job Adam had started. Did he even have a soul to give?

(Why was he even considering it?)

“Why no! Why must everyone jump to such severe conclusions?” The fucker sounded downright jolly. “Just a gentleman’s agreement, that’s all. A promise for a promise. No souls involved!” 

“And why should I agree to that? I’m trying to help you.” 

“Yes, that’s true. But you seem rather…insistent on this healing business. And while I must admit I’m in a hurry to, ah, be whole again – I’m in no hurry to do it your way!”

Lucifer gaped. “You must be joking. You’re bleeding out in front of me!” 

“A small miscalculation. I’ve gotten out of worse scrapes before, I assure you.” 

Was he bluffing? Was he serious? Try as he might, Lucifer couldn’t get a read on him. Alastor was like this – always half-there, a shadow that flitted away every time he tried to get close, defying reason, defying explanation. 

Would he really risk death – just to one up him? 

Lucifer didn’t know. And Jesus flipping Christ , why did that excite him so much?

There was no reason for him to play the Radio Demon’s games. He could leave. He could leave right now and he opened his mouth to tell that smug, no-good asshole exactly that –

But what came out of his mouth was, “What kind of a deal?” 

The air turned hot and sticky. Shadows swirled around him, barely-there faces licking their chops in anticipation. Alastor’s voice seemed to grow and deepen, his presence so thick it was a wonder Lucifer didn’t choke on it. “Like I said before, just a promise. You get to heal me, and I – well, I haven’t quite decided what I’d like to receive in return.” His smile was neon green and eager. “Perhaps you’ll take a carte blanche?”

The bastard wanted a blank check to cash in on a rainy day. That was dangerous. Lucifer would basically be handing him the keys to the castle. He couldn’t agree to this. 

“There must be something you want,” he tried to reason with the beast. “Power? Wealth? Your enemies destroyed, in a matter of seconds?” 

But Alastor, that black-hearted creature of the deep, shook his head. “My bargain, my terms, your Majesty . What do you say? Do we have a deal?”

He should leave. He needed to leave . But he could still hear Alastor’s lifeblood drip drip dripping away on the floorboards – see every beat of the man’s heart pulse against the muggy bayou air – sense Alastor’s power ebbing at the edges, being spun away into nothingness that even his jovial facade couldn’t hide…

Alastor had upped the stakes with his life. And Lucifer wasn’t quite willing to take that wager. 

“On one condition. I choose the method of healing. You aren’t allowed to fight me on it.” 

Alastor pondered those terms for a minute, then held out his hand. 

“We have a deal.” 

[emilyondemand]

A mini rambling rant

The difference between Elriel theories and Gw*nriel/El*cien theories is just so striking to me. Elriel theories are so strongly informed by the text, and follow a logical line of narrative reasoning based on foreshadowing that has stacked across multiple books.

Gw*nriel/El*cien theories rely heavily on twisting context or assigning more meaning to scenes than was intended in order to fit concocted storylines that don’t make sense to the overarching plot or subplots. Meaning has to be forced into a half step or a half hearted invitation even though nothing else in the text gives any indication that there is any more importance to it. A teacher looking on with encouragement while their student tries to pass a ribbon test suddenly epitomizes the foundation of a romantic relationship.

For a predominantly female readership, it’s disappointing to see those readers completely disregard what a woman says about herself in favor of a man’s evaluation of her, in the literal same sentence: “no matter how much she claimed to be part of this court. . . It sucked the life from her.” That is, in fact, textbook gaslighting. It’s exclusionary and dismissive- ironically, by someone who isn’t well versed in being a courtier or the politics and seduction that take place in that setting. Elain, as we’ve seen, is well adapted to those roles in that arena, but her capabilities and knowledge are completely forgotten and tossed aside in favor of a popular male’s assessment.

It’s strange that such a well read audience can’t discern that our dominant narrator in acosf lacks not only self awareness through the majority of the book, but also shows over and over a complete lack of understanding concerning her sisters, specifically Elain. So when she makes the comment, “Spring Court had been made for someone like Elain,” why is so much weight given to her statement and not to Elain’s own of, “I want to build a garden . . . I think the world needs more gardens.” Which indicates Elain wants to create life and beauty where there is none. Especially when in the same book, that same narrator belittles what brings Elain joy with: “Go back to your little garden.” Which also compounds on Feyre’s disbelief that anyone could find Elain’s garden plans interesting in ACOFAS. The very pedestrian interpretation of these comments by Nesta and Feyre is that Elain belongs in Spring which, in my humble opinion, oversimplifies a character that is shaping up to be one of the most complex in the series.

Their theories hinge on ignoring Elain’s own words and actions in favor of how everyone else perceives her.

[justanisabelakinnie]

I was pretty bored yesterday and in a bitter mood and so I ended up spam-reblogging a shitload of anti-Madoka Magica posts(and no I’m not sorry, because no matter fucking what I will never stop hating on that trashfest of an anime), and obviously there’s nothing much really that I can say about it that hasn’t already been said by both me and other people in the past but lemme just say how FUCKED up it is…that grown men can look at a genre full of light and hope and female solidarity and empowerment for girls that teaches them that they can be whatever they want to be and that they should never stop believing in themselves and striving for greatness and go “nope, fuck that, instead of all of that happy fun girl power shit let’s write an edgy grimdark dystopia where being a girl with dreams and a desire to strive for greatness is a bad thing that can only end in suffering and punishment, where the survival of the universe and progress of humanity literally hinges on girls being tortured and killed en masse for wishing for something that would make them happy, where girls are universally portrayed as overemotional and impressionable and susceptible and weak and must slay each other in order to survive because they’ll go berserk and monstrous once their power inevitably gets the better of them, and where the only way to escape this ending is by dying and being erased from existence, because that’s the best girls can hope for, and as the icing on the sour cake, let’s aim it at an adult male audience so that they can watch girls suffer and perish and be psychologically broken for their own entertainment, all because they wanted something for themselves and had the gall and the selfishness to go after it.”

And instead of people seeing it for the sexist torture porn that it is it gets glowing reviews on every platform, people eat this shit up and say that this sleazy adult male-aimed show about barely adolescent girls suffering because they wanted something more for themselves is feminist actually, that actually all of the turmoil that the girls go through is a totally girl power metaphor for how girls suffer at the hands of patriarchy in the real world, and how the torture porn got subverted at the end when really all the end did was show the girls continuing to suffer because of their wishes but hey at least they’ll get the sweet release of death in the end, and how the all-male writing staff definitely meant for this to be the next feminist coming of Jesus despite the fact that they say they weren’t inspired by any Magical Girl works that came before them and were instead inspired by porn games…Madoka is the most progressive and revolutionary anime ever really, even more so than those insightful shows about Magical Girls that are actually aimed at girls and actually feature female empowerment and angst done well and not just for the sole purpose of letting men watch female characters suffer, those other shows are just stupid and shallow and bland and don’t know what they’re talking about, Madoka is where it’s at. Take it from me, a 35-year-old man who has never seen a single Magical Girl anime in my life except for Madoka Magica. If you don’t agree with me or if you dare to critique my soulless male gaze moebait, then you’re obviously just dumb and ignorant and don’t understand the deep philosophical nuances of this shoddy anime, I mean just look at Madoka’s mom! She’s the breadwinner of her family! Sure she’s not important to the plot on a whole and it’s not like Heartcatch Precure has done this character archetype better or anything but she’s proof that the writers are feminist icons who set out to empower women! Now watch as me and the rest of my Madoka-loving friends proceed to bully and harass the shit out of you for not sharing our vapid opinions until you either delete your account, change your tune and say you like Madoka now and were so wrong and stupid before, or stop talking about how much you hate Madoka entirely. And anyway teenage girls really ARE irrational, hysterical, and constantly on their cycles. Of course they’ll get taken advantage of for it! That’s not misogynistic to point out, that’s just the biotruth!

[daryfromthefuture]

IT HAS BEEN A WHILE since i have made a proper ramble on here BUT.

bttf the game.

i've been replaying it recently and i forgot how insane it was. the story is SO DAMN GOOD and now i'm going to explain why i think that the citizen brown timeline was, in my opinion, an even worse timeline for marty to experience than 1985a.

(game spoilers ahead!)

so we all know that what caused the citizen brown timeline (we'll call it 1986b) to exist: emmett marries edna strickland and she gets him obsessed with law and order and using his science to control people's psyche. this results in edna and emmett being the totalitarian rulers of hill valley when marty comes back to the 1980s.

doc's face is everywhere, telling people to sign up for citizen plus. he's an idol for everyone. and i'm sure that emmett, after all of his failures, is pretty proud of that. he probably thinks that life in law is the only thing that made him successful and science was a bad idea anyway lol. anyway this is not the point.

marty enters and discovers this new hill valley. it's all clean and neat and at first glance doesn't seem as bad. there's no crime like in 1985a, in fact, there's no danger at ALL. nobody's going to shoot you or roll you over with a motorcycle.

marty, though, knows everyone in this timeline but also. doesn't. his parents both are alive. jennifer is alive (though changed significantly), and doc is alive too. and marty needs to find him.

but doc does not know marty.

imagine being a teenage kid who has had this man as your only support system for your entire youth only for him to become a complete stranger when you need him the most? this is fucked up, and we see it in marty's reactions when he eventually goes to citizen brown's office and tries to convince him he's a time traveler. marty talks to him like he'd usually talk to doc, only in this case, it's the wrong way. he gets yelled at when he tries to address an issue in hill valley.

do you think marty ever got yelled at by doc. no.

marty is, in fact, partly scared of this doc: his voice grows quiet when doc silences him in that cellar where we eventually find edna with all her monitors, and he's careful when he talks to him. of course, he wants his timeline to be restored, but he needs any version of doc to do so and he's got to work with what he gets.

i think the worst and most messed up part of 1986b is that, in comparison to 1985a, you would not expect it to exist. would you expect biff to try and get himself rich as soon as possible? yes, sure. biff is a butthead and everyone knows that.

would you expect doc, the smart, kind, father-figure in the films to become such a drastically changed person to the point that not even marty can trust him anymore and who essentially becomes an antagonist? i don't think so.

marty was completely taken aback by this entire thing and has to navigate through this strange timeline by himself. he has ZERO allies in this one. everyone either is confused by him, doesn't know him or even dislikes him.

if i were him i'd honestly cry lmao

another huge thing about 1985a and 1986b are the ways they get erased.

all it took for 1985a was to get a book back from biff. that's it, that's all this timeline hinges on. marty gets it and burns it, and done.

but 1986b? damn. that's a thousand times more complex. you've gotta convince young emmett to dump someone who he genuinely is in love with and who keeps him motivated. bonus, you even caused this relationship to happen in first place.

i'm pretty sure it was easier for marty to just steal a book than to go and break his best friend's heart to get said best friend back.

marty knows what he wants, but citizen brown almost talks him out of it. we get another glimpse at marty's selfless personality; he wants his timeline back, but what about the doc who's standing in front of him? is this worth the risk of losing the doc he has only to try and get back the version he knows?

marty is hurt when emmett literally tells him he hates him and when he's faced with the fact that he, in fact, has ruined doc's youth instead of making it better. what is this boy supposed to feel. yes, he will get the doc back he knows, but at what cost? he will forever have to live with the fact that, at some point in his life, doc loathed him.

him, the boy who eventually become his best and most loyal friend, hell, even family.

this HURTS. marty collects trauma like pokemon cards

AND LISTEN. the final episode. when citizen brown gets hit by that car to get marty out of the way. we all thought he was AGAINST marty's intentions but then he fucking saves his life with absolutely no hesitation?? then he lies there and dies while marty holds his hand and grieves him????

telltale whY MUST YOU HURT ME LIKE THIS

marty mourns this strange doc because it was still doc in a way and all marty wanted the entire goddamn time was to save doc and get back HOME and instead he gets more PAIn

marty even ends up confusing emmett for doc when he steps out of the expo hall because marty just. he just wants to have his bff back for fuck's sake and emmett is also alredy his bff and he only wants the best for him even though emmett thought differently.

i can't even begin to express how happy i am about the fact that marty and the ACTUAL, REAL doc get to hug at the end. if only it had lasted longer than 2 seconds.

THIS WAS A MASSIVE RANT but i have been rotating these thoughts in my brain for the past week or so. enjoy.

bttf the game is a fantastic addition to the franchise, it makes me FEEL THINGS and i absolutely love how we, instead of like in the first film where we had to fix the relationship between marty's parents, we have to fix the relationship between the main characters which we all thought was pretty much unbreakable in the movies. a+ stuff right there.

play bttf the game if you haven't. and then go write some fanfics about it please there aren't many and this is a CRIME. i gotta love me some game content

[tiny-katara]

So I made a post a little while ago questioning whether or not Aang's sacrifice of the Avatar State was supposed to be a romantic sacrifice and @sofia-t-g made a comment that I had simply too much to say about to keep within the limitations of a replying comment.

I will not argue the fact that Katara doesn't know. If I'm being perfectly honest, I don't exactly remember what I meant by that as I also had much more to say that than fit within the comment space. Katara does not know Aang did that, however, saying she does not need to know is absolutely absurd. Everyone on Team Avatar deserved to know that Aang could not access the Avatar state. That is a huge problem. Their plans hinge on Aang beating Firelord Ozai and using the Avatar state. Lying to them about what happened is not only irresponsible but could have been a potential detriment to the world. Yes, everything turned out fine, but the characters do not know that.

I also would like to point out that Aang only sees Katara although he loves the other members of the Gaang. They're his friends and family. If letting go of attachment was really just giving up love for the greater good, we should have seen them as well. However we don't see anyone else. We only see Katara, which in my opinion shows that Aang in his current state of mind, is not able to love Katara selflessly.

As I said in my original post and earlier in this one, giving up the Avatar state basically dooms the world. If we didn't have the deus ex machina  rock, no more Aang and no more Earth Kingdom. I hate to bring up Frozen but Olaf saying "Love is putting someone else's needs before yours," is true from my experience. Yes, Katara was in danger, but she is objectively more without the Avatar state.

Another thing is that Iroh is not the objective guide to morality within Avatar. I am a huge Iroh fan, but the man had absolutely no context for what Aang was asking. Now we can't say for sure, but I'm pretty sure Iroh would prefer that Aang saves the world than indulge his crush at 12. Also sorry about the wording in that sentence, I just can't find a nicer way to say it.

Additionally, when speaking about choosing love over power, it posits that the power is tempting and provides an equal if not stronger tug than love. You have to care about power to choose love over power. You don't choose soup over cereal if you weren't even considering eating cereal in the first place. Aang has never been about the power of being the Avatar, if anything he likes his social perks, not his bending abilities, but that's neither here nor there. The point is that Aang has never put Katara and power on the same level so giving up power for her is not a sacrifice. He's just chasing what he's always wanted.

Aside from your rude tone, the thing that I hold the most resentment for in your comment is your assumption that I would attempt to spin this into Aang potentially manipulating Katara into a relationship. That is not the point of my post at all. My point was that people romanticize Aang giving up the Avatar state. Unfortunately for you, I care about Aang and I think that he deserved character development. I do not think he's a horrible person, I think he's a stupid kid just like literally everyone else was/is.

My thoughts on what would actually happen if Aang told Katara what he did are very different from your bad faith fantasy version of them. I firmly believe that Katara would not feel guilty, rather she would be angry. Katara's entire life has been disrupted and changed by this war and Aang just let the ability to end it pass him by?! Yeah, there's no way Katara is sitting on that one. She's turning the ship around and driving it right back to the Eastern Air Temple and Guru Pathik.

[raayllum]

Opinion about the first episode of season 4?

My first watch it did feel a little clunky, but I think that's also bc 1) as a super fan I'd seen all the clips released already and 2) had read the SDCC twitter thread, so nothing about the episode was a surprise in terms of like, scene by scene stuff. 4x01 in particular hinges on two mis-directs where what we think may be conflict (Sunfire ambush, 'plot against the king'") only for them to both be happier things. Which is why I think Callum's plotline ending badly (aka sadly) is important because otherwise it's too much of a positive note.

AKA I've watched the episode 3 times since and it 100% worked for me (which is also how it worked for S3 feeling a little fast the first time I saw it, but I was also hyped up on so much adrenaline and very little sleep and - shockingly - that makes a difference, I know). I've seen people complain about the tone but I think people tend to have nostalgia perfection goggles on for things they love and compared TDP to (largely ATLA, which had "Zuko angrily visiting Iroh in prison" and "Aang throwing a secret dance party" intercut immediately with one another) and it's like - TDP has always done a very good job at balancing its tone, same as ATLA, but it does feel hypocritical to watch fans of both not realize what they're "excusing" just cause they're used to it vs being hard on TDP.

This goes for TDP too since besides 1x01, this is probably the most packed premiere episode we've had. 2x01 was very exposition heavy when it came to magic and not much else actually happened in it, and like... 3 things happen in 3x01 and the most important stuff is all near the end of the episode, basically? So while 4x01 is absolutely doing the heavy work of catching us up and doing set up for the season, I think it does that difficult job as well as it reasonably can, tbh. Again: I don't mind people complaining, but the complaints gotta be grounded in merit, y'know? (That said: soft blocking people with negativity in the tags because I'm not about that with this show and never will be).

I have also been tickled pink by all the more casual reviewers / watchers who was surprised at Callum's behaviour with Soren and his lack of patience for bullshit now, since not only is it exactly how I thought he'd be post-timeskip and TTM, I thought it was exactly how he'd behave post-a speculative timeskip back in January 2020 with excerpts like this from "If Time Is Money" - so fucking satisfying, man:

She could perfectly picture the haughty look on Runaan’s face as he said, in a rather bored voice, as though whatever conversation that was about to be had was pointless. Runaan wasn’t necessarily a proud individual, but he had little patience for what he deemed illusions of youth or other perceived wastes of time. “Listen, boy—” “No, you listen,” Callum said, fair more sternly. Sterner than Tiadrin would have thought possible, given the softness he generally carried. “We’re never going to like each other, for obvious reasons. I think I have a far better one, as yours is based in prejudice, and mine is based on the fact you literally murdered my father, but that’s not the point. The point is that while I don’t care what you say about me, as I’ve heard far worse from other elves like you, Rayla does and you are still her father and she deserves to have you in her life and to have a good relationship with you. So when she’s not around, you can say whatever you want, even to my face. I don’t care and I don’t plan on rising to it anyway. But when she is around, you keep that shit to yourself, because it’s only going to upset her, and she’s been through more than enough.” Runaan’s face was stiff and barely readable, when Tiadrin stole a look. It was only because she knew him so well that she could tell he was at least a little gobsmacked, and so, quite frankly, was she.  The prince’s tone left no room for debate, as she carefully watched Runaan try and scrounge up anything to say at all. 

Adored all the Viren and Callum parallels since I've also thought since S2 that S4 would ramp it up majorly and it's super gratifying / interesting / exciting to watch that come to fruition. I also loved the Janaya proposal and thought it was super sweet. I gotta adjust to some of the small animation changes (I think possibly character / face silhouette line work and being even more fluid than before) but I love the flexing, updated character designs, and all the little microexpressions.

I'm so pumped for the rest of the season, it's going to be unreal (and just like, 2.5 days away now)!

[reflections-in-a-critical-eye]

Shippers are always blamed for everything, but how is it freaking fair that these commercials are literally throwing happy marriage and gay dates in our faces?? And the way these are shot, is hundred percent giving off couple vibes. It's like they want us to ship, or at least are cognizant of shipping and like/enjoy it enough to basically hinge promoting their country on this. And then blame us for shipping?! Hipocrisy much?

Anon 2

What's the heterosexual explain of these SK tourism commercials??

A rational person is kindly asking.

Thank you.

Anon 3

On a scale of 1 to OMFG, how tired are you of fans equating two men being close friends in an advertisement with confirmation of their real life homosexual relationship?

I just can't understand how this of all things is proof positive. What are the standards? Are there any?

Alright, I added a couple more asks so I can answer everything in one post.

And I'll start with Anon 3 because on a scale of 1 to OMFG, I am absolutely OMFG. For anyone reading this blog and knows what my approach is, I'm never shy of telling it like it is and if a piece of media made by BTS is queer coded, or what I consider it to be, then I'll say it. But these tourism ads ain't it friends. I don't know if fans are saying that the ads are some proof of real life relationships (as if!), but I personally don't see anything in them that might even hint at an explanation that is far from being heterosexual.

Just take the one with Jimin and Yoongi entering the bar because that's the one with the most reactions. In what way is that clip shot that it gives couple vibes? Honestly, how? Are they even touching each other, a lingering gaze, a smile that contains a multitude of meanings, a closeness that speaks a thousand words, looking at each other as they share something? What about the light? The angles and the editing? What is it about these methods that scream ''we have a couple in this bar''? To me, it looked like a Scorsese-type sequence of guys entering a bar (cue background music paired with slow-motion) who are there for some shady business and act all innocent before they get their guns out.

I will reiterate. This is my interpretation and I personally don't see what you all see. I hope that's clear. My opinion is based on how I interpretated the setup, the movements and how it was shot. Simple as that.

To me, all these ads, including the ones with RM and Jin look like just two friends going out to eat and visiting landmark spots. Same with the other clips of Yoongi and Jimin, the one where they are in the living room listening to music and then in a record store where they literally do not act like a couple.

Of course there is the argument of having a straight cis man and woman when it's enough to just have them in the same space and they give couple vibes. But not always.

I'll give you an example of 100 percent queer coded videos. And it has two men in a diner as well. And it's SK. And it has two idols in it. And it's clearly about the start of a relationship. And they do that by acting and by the very obvious way it was shot in order to give that exact meaning. Just so you can see the difference.

[rottingcompost]

Oh god for the ask game I need you to tell us about every tf2 merc please (or just the ones you want to do) !!!

Hoooo lord this is going to be long so i am sincerely sorry lol

Heavy

First impression: Kinda looks like my biology teacher i had in school at the time i first discovered tf2 (2011 or 2012). would look at birds (like my bio teacher).

Impression now: Lovely big bear of a man, but very happy to kill. Absolutely looks at birds tho.

Favorite moment: the comics. both when he took the other mercs to his house and later when he beat up classic heavy

Idea for a story: Heavy retiring and having a nice life, maybe with kids and his partner (Medic more than likely lol) and being with his family.

Unpopular opinion: probably the best at base at cooking and its not explored nearly enough imo. also him being protective over the rest of the mercs, not just medic, isnt explored enough. he's a big brother to three little sisters and an old mother, and he even expressed not wanting to leave them for the mercs because he wanted to protect them, and he sees the team as his family too and thus would be protective of them all.

Favorite relationship: Medic. just everything about their relationship is amazing. if not him then honestly? i really like the idea of him and scout having like a big brother and little brother sort of relationship. i like to see them all as a big family.

Favorite headcanon: if it isnt obvious already i'll say it again: he sees the mercs as his family and he would die for them. he loves them all like family.

Engineer

First impression: My first impression was literally from seeing some weird GMod video (cant remember what it was tho) and i just thought he looked like a weird bob the builder lol

Impression now: Smart but still mad scientist. good at playing the guitar. likely would sit you down and give you life advice but wouldnt be afraid to probably chew you out if you did something bad.

Favorite moment: i really like his meet the video. it's just nice and his voice is calming even if he talks about how he could make weapons to murder people. also him and medic together doing mad science stuff is amazing. like the halloween comic and expiration date. just love them working on stuff together.

Idea for a story: engineer on a day off. he needs a break. everyone always makes him overworked :(

Unpopular opinion: he is a mad scientist. i refuse to let people tell me that he is a cool and collected and totally hinged man. he is a little unhinged and he told me himself.

Favorite relationship: Engineer and Medic. either that or engineer and spy to be honest. i like the idea of him and pyro being close friends though!

Favorite headcanon: Engineer and the opposite team's spy having a friendly rivalry more than being actual enemies.

Demoman

First impression: this man is depressed. please give him a hug.

Impression now: this man is depressed. please give him a hug. but also he is very misunderstood.

Favorite moment: him playing the piano in expiration date. also him in the comics is just. so good.

Idea for a story: Demoman and his team hanging out and having fun together! maybe just having a night off and playing some games together? it would be nice to see...

Unpopular opinion: maybe not super unpopular since i have seen other people on here say it, but him being reduced to only being drunk, and him being drunk used as an excuse to exclude him from the work, or just really excluding him in general, and leaving a conveluted reasoning for it. we dont see enough love for him. ALSO the fact that he is RARELY brought up as a scientist as well, when he makes his explosives himself and definitely knows his explosives, as his family have worked with them for ages! he is a scientist as well and we need to see him more with Engi and Medic doing sciency stuff!

Favorite relationship: demo and soldier, but i also really like demo and sniper!

Favorite headcanon: he really likes animals. he would have a pet cat or dog or something.

Medic

First impression: unhinged. why do people like him so much?

Impression now: unhinged. i understand why people like him. he's a funny and menacing man.

Favorite moment: meet the medic! it's just such a good introduction to him! it gives him so much personality! it shows that he is powerful in a terrifying way! it has some really funny jokes! also him fucking over Satan in the comic and then killing classic heavy with the power of mpreg is... a choice, but it was a funny as fuck choice. i just love how this madman just. stole the other mercs' souls and stitched them to his own soul so he KNEW he could fuck over Satan when he inevitably died. I also like the meet the medic outtakes, even if they might not entirely be canon. they are just grwat and i like to think of them as canon, since it was still made by valve.

Idea for a story: honestly i would love to see stuff from his past. like him making his first deal with the devil, how he stole a skeleton, or anything like that! it's fun to imagine that!

Unpopular opinion: he is seen as too much of an uwu soft boy. he is a merc and he is perfectly capable of killing, just like his teammates. he has the capability to cause a lot of harm. he slashed classic heavy's face open with his übersaw! HE STOLE SOMEONE'S ENTIRE SKELETON AND THEY LIVED! he is a strong dude and he could kill people. seeing people treat him like he would always be bullied into being submissive and him being entirely non-violent unless really threatened is... eh. let him cause some bloodshed! also i REALLY wish they had given him more weapons, like the concept art where he has a fucking SMG1. we could have had that.

Favorite relationship: heavy. i also really like medic and engie tho. they are great. i also do like medic and soldier, even if they are quite a rare-pair. other than that i just like that he still sees the mercs as his family, and him being nervous when classic heavy said they were hunting his old team shows that he still cared about them!

Favorite headcanon: im not sure. maybe the idea that all medics have some sort of animal lol. i like the many different headcanons people think of for how medic got Archimedes for example.

Sniper

First impression: who is this australian cowboy looking dude? Is that piss in those jars? nah it cant be.

Impression now: that's definitely piss. also he's a stinky man but he's a cool dude. this guy is in his 20s somehow but he looks like he's 40 something. how did this guy age so badly?

Favorite moment: cant exactly think of much, but i like when he goes to new zealand in the comics and meet his parents and realize they are. shitty lol. also a moment like nobody else knows about is when i dreamt the mercs were having a party or something and Sniper just. fell off the fridge like a GMod ragdoll. the rest of the dream is so hazy but him falling off the fridge is. weirdly memorable i guess lol

Idea for a story: would be fun to see him on a camping trip and see him fish or hunt. maybe he could bring scout or demo.

Unpopular opinion: you dont see him enough. he's sadly kinda forgettable when he actually has so much character.

Favorite relationship: Sniper and Demo. i also like Sniper and Scout tho. Sniper just feels like a pretty lonely dude and like he would stay away from the others mostly. maybe they can help him come out of his shell. also like. my brain refuses to accept that he's not like 40 so i do like him and spy in contexts where he's just written as older. i really had no idea he was in his 20s until i looked at his wiki page and it still just feels like such a weird thing.

Favorite headcanon: he uses a lot of australian slang and stuff, much to the confusion of his teammates. also just the idea of him having THE WORST ability to dress himself when he isn't wearing his work uniform is funny. he would wear socks and fish sandals and a hawaii shirt with some cargo shorts. prove me wrong.

Spy

First impression: why is he wearing such a nice suit and such an ugly skii mask?

Impression now: horrible bastard but also a good teammate and also a bad father figure and a good dad. definitely has stink lines radiating off of him. he never cleans his stupid skii mask and is never seen without it, and he smokes all the time. he can't smell pleasant.

Favorite moment: expiration date! i like how he took it upon himself to get the mercs to write down their last wishes and attempt to help them with it, and that he forgave scout for messing with him and then took it upon himself to help scout achieve a date with ms Pauling and you even see him weirdly proud of scout when he tells him he will be able to do the date himself! i also like meet the spy, i like how it feels like he's the ONLY one who actually takes the matter seriously AND understands WHY their situation is. not great. also the rant he gives sniper about his stupid suit jacket in the comic is great. AND the scene between him and scout in the comic where he tells him he’s scout’s dad while disguised as Tom Jones is also a great part and it’s sad.

Idea for a story: honestly more dad spy moments. him actually telling scout that he's his dad, catching up with him, maybe trying to fix his mistake of leaving scout as a kid. he has been shown to still care about scout's ma so i kind of feel like he maybe didnt exactly WANT to leave his child without a father.

Unpopular opinion: written as too mcuh of an asshole, when he's not JUST an asshole. he's an asshole, but he also cares A LOT about his team and he knows when to not fight some battles! i dont LIKE him as a character but i think he gets too harsh treatment from some people.

Favorite relationship: spy and engi, and spy and sniper (in contexts where sniper is OLDER), but i also really like the entire father and son relationship with scout. please he needs to have his relationship fixed!

Favorite headcanon: he still checked in on scout for YEARS after he left him and his ma. he was still watching over them in the shadows and made sure they could support themselves.

Pyro

First impression: menacing but cool looking person! i wonder what they look like under the mask.

Impression now: STILL absolutely COOL and MENACING! also a sweet person, but ultimately capable of a lot of destruction.

Favorite moment: the comics. i love how they became the CEO of a company and made every employee into millionaires. also they got a dog! and ALSO meet the pyro!

Idea for a story: honestly just a story with them hanging out with different teammates!

Unpopular opinion: too infantilized. the meet the pyro video is a little to blame for this, BUT that still doesnt excuse it! pyro is a VERY destructive merc! you cant just have the sweet and innocent side without having the destructive and violent side! show pyro committing more crimes! also i dont entirely like the pyro unmasked thing? like. i like it being a mystery! at least the canonical pyro, if you have a maskless pyro oc that's entirely fine! i have two of them and like. that's cool! i just prefer just not knowing much at all about how the canonical pyro looks like!

Favorite relationship: im not sure! i dont entirely ship them with anyone, but the idea of them being really close friends with scout, engie, and demo? amazing! i love it!

Favorite headcanon: i think the idea of pyro being some other creature entirely is fun! i wouldnt put it past them to make pyro into an alien or some shit, we already have so many weird things in the tf2 canon! we havent had a lot of alien and UFO representation in tf2 even if its set in new mexico quite some years after the roswell incident! maybe one alien got out and ended up having a huge affinity for arson and rainbows and just so happened to join a team of vicious mercs? we got robots! we got metal that extents people's life span AND make them grow a mustache and australia shaped chest hair! we got ABRAHAM LINCOLN INVENTING STAIRS ONLY TO DIE FROM ROCKET JUMPING ON THEM! why WOULDNT we have an alien anywhere in the game? we have MERASMUS! A BURGLAR PUMPKIN! we even have a ghost sword who wants to kill people and talks about wanting to harvest heads. please vlave i beg just add some aliens or UFOs i would die happy.

Scout

First impression: this guy seems cool. wait no he’s annoying. wait no he’s cool. wait no he’s-

Impression now: he’s annoying, he’s a cool dude, he’s caring, he’s a bastard, he’s a wet dog of a man, he’s fast as fuck boy, he’s respectful, he’s disrespectful-

Favorite moment: the part where he’s dying in the comic and spy tells him he’s his dad, and scout actually believes that Tom Jones is his dad. also scout spending all his life savings on Tom Jones merch is such a stupid but extremely funny moment of the comics. ALSO expiration date is just a great short with him. i’m actually really sad that expiration date is the closest thing we will get to an actual tf2 series since valve and adult swim didnt end up taking it anywhere and i would kill to see more episodes. ALSO i like scout in end of the line. End of the line is great in general, and i like that valve just liked it so much that they made it canon.

Idea for a story: Scout and Heavy having a sibling relationship. just Heavy teaching scout how to lift weights or make sandviches or taking him to see some bears or something. i just like them being siblings. maybe they could play catch together? Heavy teaching scout how to be a proper adult.

Unpopular opinion: scout is DEFINITELY reduced to just being the fast loud and annoying dude with no respect for anyone, which yeah, fair, he might come off as that, but deep down he’s insecure, cares deeply for his team, he knows when he might go too far, he does respect people, and he probably knows he cant really get ms Pauling. ALSO while i did really like him when i first got into tf2, i dont entirely get the hype for him nowadays. he’s not a bad merc or a bad fave but he feels a little overhyped.

Favorite relationship: scout and sniper, and friendship-wise him and pyro. his son/father relationship with spy and the potential for a little brother/big brother relationship with heavy. there’s just so much potential there.

Favorite headcanon: scout still having a fucking bird in his chest. it’s just so stupidly funny. technically not even non-canon since when you kill a scout there’s a small chance a dove flies out of his chest. 10/10. i also like to headcanon that he is a pizza delivery boy in his free time away from the base, mostly based on the concept art of him. also he would 100% be a gamer bro who drinks only monster (or bonk in this case) and i dont know punches drywall and tells people he fucked their mom over voice chat, and then he would feel bad and apologize soon after. 

Soldier

First impression: this dude is pure insanity. i love him.

Impression now: this dude is pure insanity but he's also so much deeper than that and i love him even more. pretty much my favourite merc.

Favorite moment: honestly? everything lol. the main comics, doom-mates, a smissmas storyn and WAR! are the most amazing ones. him in meet the director is great too, as well as gargoyles and gravel. he is absolutely great in the meet the videos, especially in meet the spy and meet the soldier. expiration date has a lot of amazing and funny moments, which is why his moments are the most meme-able ones from that short. he's also really great in end of the lines. i rotate this funky helmet man in my head all the time. 25/8. there are also some great GMod animations and SFM shorts with him, and he was ALSO my first introduction to freak fortress, which is basically fan-made cryptid mercs. THE BEST fan made animations are the ones by the winglet, specifically his fedora chronicles, where soldier plays a huge part, and Turbulence by Dunkle is also great. not canonical stuff but they are just really great. the first GMod animations i found that i really liked were the ones by rubberfruit, who made some great ones with soldier, like soldier thinks he's a robot, soldier thinks the sentry is american, soldier makes hamburger, and his SFM animations orca trouble and dude time are funny. they are pretty random xd humor, but they are a great time capsule into the early 2010's. again, while these are not canonical, they are some great moments and just add to why i love soldier so much.

Idea for a story: him spending time with the other mercs, like him hanging out with demoman, him and Zhanna together, him and medic hanging out, him and engineer hanging out? just anything, man. could be serious or could be funny or could be sad, i will eat it up. give me more soldier.

Unpopular opinion: sadly usually dismissed as just an asshole or only violent and horrible or like. extremely dumb. he obviously knows how to strategize, he cares about his team, and while he is dumb and kinda loud he is just. more than just that. he is also extremely funny, but sometimes he is only reduced to just a joke, when he is more than just haha funny helmet man. i still love the jokes with him and him being a funny dude but i wish i could see more... normal stuff with him? also people hating on his and Zhanna's relationship is just sad, because they genuinely are so cute together!

Favorite relationship: soldier and Zhanna, soldier and demoman, and soldier and medic. i also like his and heavy's relationship and brother in laws, since it's just funny. i also think that soldier and engi is a cool pairing. i also really love his ex room-mates relationship with merasmus, it's just great.

Favorite headcanon: soldeir and merasmus just being divorced. if you look really closely you can see some signs. also soldier having the most cartoony logic out of all of them, making the others look more realistic and more grounded than him. this man can rocket jump and also teleported bread for three days straight, probably not even taking a single break. this man can turn his own organs off and go into autopilot while hyperfocusing on one singular task. also i like to think that he's just much calmer when around some of the other mercs, and i love his little raccoons and i like to imagine he's like a disney princess but with only raccoons.

Ms Pauling

First impression: did the administrator get replaced? or is she the administrator's daughter?

Impression now: still dont know if they are related but i love this girl and i want her to have more than one single day off a year. please someone give her a break. she needs one.

Favorite moment: THE COMICS! i LOVE her trying to get the team together and then also trying to get the australium that's all running out. i also like expiration date, but honestly? the art of her just doing different work in different parts of the world.

Idea for a story: PLEASE just her having a break. she deserves a break. she needs a break. just a day off. please.

Unpopular opinion: while i understand why they have started using her to give the mercs missions, i still miss the administrator doing it. i LOVE ms Pauling but it feels weird to hear her so often? also i personally dont like the ship between her and scout, seeing as she has been confirmed to be a lesbian.

Favorite relationship: i like the ship between ms Pauling and Zhanna. it's just sweet in its own little way. other than that i like the idea of her just being close friends with the mercs, and them often going out to fun events, like in the comic where ms Pauling mentioned her and her friends doing things together. that's her and the mercs.

Favorite headcanon: ms Pauling being related to the administrator. either being her daughter, granddaughter, clone, sister? cousin? anything really. i think it's sweet!

that should be it, and again, im so sorry for this long post, and if you read this all i am impressed.

[misscrawfords]

Oh man, I just want a man in my life so badly. I want! to! be! loved!

(But not by those boring, unimaginative blokes on Hinge that I continually ignore who say that a fun fact about themselves is "they like movies" and that they will order "pizza" for the table and their ideal Sunday is "watching Netflix and eating".

I DON'T CARE IF THIS IS TRUE, JUST MAKE ME FEEL SOMETHING OTHER THAN ENNUI AT THE PROSPECT OF TALKING TO YOU. YOU ALL LOOK THE SAME, WEAR THE SAME CLOTHES, DO THE SAME STUFF, HAVE THE SAME UNINTERESTING INTERESTS. I AM! SO! BORED! PLEASE, MEN, HAVE OPINIONS AND INTERESTS AND HOBBIES AND PERSONALITIES, I AM BEGGING YOU SO HARD.)

My stupid Hinge profile (I've literally interacted with nobody on there in six months, it's a waste of time) says I like old churches, choral singing and k-dramas. That at least gives you an "in" and suggests I'm faintly weird. Why are the men all UNIVERSALLY dull? Don't they have quirky interests? Anyone? At all? Don't they do ANYTHING except go to the gym and their job? I'm so confused.

A man with a personality! My kingdom for a man with a personality!

[giftedfangs]

i prefer your interpretation and Toxic's interpretation respectfully over what ever in the fuck Daria is doing.

And that's totally valid

Just remember that we don't own nor do we ever want to claim that we own the characters outright since they are still based on her original characters. Regardless of how the source material might be they are just re-imagining of the characters.

We also don't know what else is in store for Daria and she is still, regardless of imo her questionable storytelling at times she is still an extremely talented artist and animator it just--- Idk. I wish she had better takes on things because she makes such amazing things and has such good concepts I'm just finding myself more disagreeing with her when ti comes to these things.

It also doesn't help since I've been writing and being part of vampair in general for literal years it's a harder hit to me personally combined with my own traumas. I'm a very biased source of information so please take t hings and my opinions with a grain of salt as I have a very biased perspective based on my own traumas and personal life.

Creators are free to explore whatever themes they want, I encourage people if they want to tell their story to do it. My biggest issue with this is mostly it wasn't disclosed at the start especially now that we are getting an entire season *dedicated* to Duke, who is now revealed to be a borderline predator. The fact again we have no indication outside of "this isn't a series for children" to imply that is just. It really bothers me. Because knowing he is supposed to be seen as a 36 year old man being pervy to an 18 year old changes *a lot* when I had for context clues had assumed, he was just some stunted 25 year old who had that frat boy college attitude.

In comparison to Mina, who when I expressed interest in her book Mermicide, she did warn my from the start about some of the themes, she makes sure people know *ahead of time* that these things aren't okay, and doesn't frame them in the same way Daria does who seems to almost paint their abuse romantically at times even if she claims not to want to make it as such. Down to the very title being "vampair" - - - Pair usually meaning pairing, which many associate with ships, partnerships, romantic partners (thanks Tully for pointing this out cuz i didnt even consider this, it went right over my head) Various other things indicate intimate and possible like puppy love or a more than platonic relationship between them.

which yes, in some way Mina has a very similar thing goin on in Mermicide, where Astrid a very old Mermaid is literally preying purposefully being a predator to every single person in a lineage of family. Going out of her way to spesifically hunt those people down to seduce and what I think is kill??? them. So yeah, but it's never portrayed as *okay* or at teh very least takes the topic more seriously than Vampair which again I don't know what to take as serious based on the cartoony like parts of it, and how like some serious things are not taken serious, but we should take duke's age thing seriously and its important i just hfjkehwk idk.

I have a lot of mixed thoughts and feelings im not even sure what to do much anymore but idk. I'll try to like keep going and do me, with maybe just picking and choosing what I take from canon if much of anything as of now.

[bluefiredrakka]

oh hey look Unpopular Opinions

got Hella bored recently and decided “ya know what I'm gonna watch the tangled series again”

and if the dipshits on Reddit are anything to go by apparently my whole existence hinges on offending as many people as I can with my opinions in words I typed onto the internet with my keyboard: the Issues I had with it the first time I watched it are still there, so without further Ado and I guess mild spoilers?

Issue 1) Varian is a fucking shit. 

I know Im horrible I have no emotional attachment to the little goggle boy other than a want to jam him into a Blender set to obliterate. but heres why I hate the lil alchemist boi: he never learns the meaning of “No”. 

his entire Character Arch to becoming a villian is being told “dont touch that” and him then touching the thing anyway and then causing a fuckup because of it and then getting Pissed off because someone else doesn't have the time to clean up his mess. 

Like if he had fucked with the black rocks at any other time Rapunzel would have helped him without a second thought. BUT. and this is a big but; Rapunzel was LITTERALLY dealing with a state of emergency and her Duties as leader of her people outweighed her courtesy as a friend. 

to put it in perspective that was like Varian going to her house because he accidentally tripped his dad down the stairs and he needs an ambulance while HER HOUSE WAS ON FIRE. one of those things effects more people than the other.

so If I had Creative Control over Varian (cus I hate the use of “how to fix”) and wanted to have someone as the ‘Brilliant engineer man’ I would have just added the dabbling in Alchemy to Xander the wise old blacksmith (I mean he has a potion cabinet FFS), cus just saying I’d much prefer an adult rigging up my city with piping more than a child barely into his teens. 

and If you’re still reading this you Probably Know Exactly who Issue 2 will be

Issue 2) Cassandra is the absolute worst.

I know I know Im an asshole for thinking this but hear me out;

her relationship with Rapunzel is toxic as HELL. she has this whole arc about wanting to carve her own path so she can shine on her own and all that...and she does so by kneecaping someone else’s destiny. like seriously if she really really wanted to be the top boss bitch she had the option to leave Corona at literally any time to go out and be an Adventure Knight Lady.

but instead she clings to Rapunzel like a tick so she can constantly bitch about being overshadowed so her “betrayal” is Justified. and holy fuck she is such a godman bully to Eugene, if she had just stuck to using Flynn and Jabs about thieving, it would be...not as bad but still kinda “what the heck man?’ levels of rude. but the fact that she attacks everything and anything about him from his intelligence to his appearance and puts him down when he’s trying his Damndest to turn over a new leaf and put his old life behind him.

and Having KNOWN SOMEONE EXACTLY LIKE THAT and Knowing how much of a Joy leech they are.

the sour taste in my mouth was tangible to the point I felt like I could spit it out.

so If I had Creative Control over Cassandra, I’d make her main trait being she’s a Glory hound. she wants that fame and attention and the reason why she didn’t show up in the movie being she was one of the riders/soldiers being sent out to look for the princess and she was Hellbent on being the one to find her cus being the Hero of Corona who Found the lost Princess would be the absolute best for her and THAT is why she hates Eugene.

not because “my dads a Cop and you’re a criminal’ BS she has, But because Eugene ‘stole’ her Glory of finding the lost princess and she Envies him for his Reputation and Fame at being the best at something (even if it was Theft). make her Rivalry be with Eugene who worked his way to fame rather than Rapunzel who was birthed with magic powers.

and speaking of magic powers

issue 3) the 'lost’ healing power of the Sundrop and Eugene

dont worry I dont have many gripes with the Fitzherbert, I think the Dark Prince thing is kinda neat and the subtext of a Lost Prince and Princess finding each other is kind of sweet.

but the sundrops lack of healing power bugged me for so long watching it and then they just do it at the end, like what??? we established that the healing fucked off how can you suddenly use the healing incantation now??? like I get Movie reference is a movie reference but it inconsistent with previously established points.

so If I had Creative Control...I’d have jammed that portion of power into Eugene. Rapunzels healing power wasn’t lost when her hair was cut, it was Transferred into Eugene when she resurrected him (cus to me it looks like the light goes back into him at the end of the wow so pretty magic healing lightshow), and THAT leads into some more adorable and somewhat heartwrenching points

Rapunzel could only use her power to its full extent when she has Eugene near her since he has a fragment of the power, it could also mean that the healing incantation could only work if he has her near, like seriously Imagine the shenanigans in the tree when they find the translated healing incantation and he started glowing, or someone points out that he heals suspiciously quickly.

like really the man gets the absolute shit kicked out of him and then just walks it off, I know its a cartoon and real world standards of human recovery don't apply but hes a certified punching bag by the end of it and I call Bullshit on that.

and as the Heartwrenching implication; is the healing power the only thing that's keeping him alive or did it just restore his life and is just kind of chilling in there? will reuniting the Sundrop and Moonstone undo his reversed death or would he be able to survive it? it adds More STAKES at Risk, cus Imagine Poor Rapunzel being like “IDK what’ll happen to me but fuck that shit what about you? I dont wanna lose you again, I dont want to have to live without you.”

also him being able to Resist Zhan Tiri’s decay spell at the end cus hes got a missing fragment of the sundrop so he could go one on one with the tentacle bitch would have been fuckin bad ass man.

[kookieswan]

Sweet Blood – VI

PolyDemon!TaeKook x OccultStudent!Reader (f)

Word Count: 2.3k

Genre: Demon!Au, slightly fluffy and definitely some suggestive content heh.

Warnings: Dirty talk (Both of the demon boys are unhinged), talk of vaginal sex and pussy eating.

Summary: Your life has involved nothing but dark magic and demons lately. One demon cloaked in black, one demon bathed on white… And another demon… clad in red?

Notes: I won’t even start to try and explain the writers block I got with this one. I had an epiphany though, so here we finally are!

Masterlist Found Here!

Tags: @parkdatjimin @jookiemonie

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Taehyung doesn’t really take the time to assess the situation, just rips the door off of its hinges (yes completely off because why wouldn’t he). You stand there, watching in awe as the red smoke enters the room, slowly winding around the area like a snake. Jungkook wraps an arm around you from behind, holding you steadily to his chest. It’s slightly discomforting that you can hear his heart beating, not at the usual pace but slightly built up, like he’s worried or maybe even scared.

“What in the ever-living fuck even is that?” Jungkook remains silent as Tae slowly steps back, craning his head toward the celling to get a better look. He cocks his head a bit before letting out a sigh, leisurely pinching his brow. Turning back to you, he gives you a wry smile, pale white eyes reflecting the smoke back to yours. Odd enough to say, the man looks almost sheepish.

“That, my little dove… is a Jimin.” The oddest of sounds rips out of Jungkook’s chest, something akin to a growl but not quite. He holds you impossibly tighter to him, claws digging into your skin slightly. You’re not really sure what to feel; Taehyung seems chill in his demeanor, if not a little nervous, while Jungkook seems like he’s ready to rip someone’s head off.

“Alright, then what the fuck is a Jimin because it doesn’t look friendly to me.” The smoke is now literally taking up the whole room, the fog bellowing out in every corner. Taehyung opens his mouth to explain most likely, but there’s a sudden flash of light, very similar to what happened when Taehyung and Jungkook appeared… Oh no…

“Not that your opinion matters, but I can be very friendly. Just not to tiny little humans that don’t know their place.” You scoff automatically at the statement, ready to retort, but then you see him. Another one. Another fucking demon in your house, a rude one at that. He looks… Similar to Jungkook and Taehyung, but red. Red eyes, red hair… red tail. He has a fucking tail, and it swishes behind him almost like a cat. His eyes shift from you to Taehyung and narrow into slits. Tae shuffles a bit in his spot, still with that nervous energy surrounding him.

“Hello there Tae bear.” If Tae had a commanding presence, this guy takes the cake. He stands in front of your bedroom doorway like some sort of god (probably not the comparison he wants), hands on his hips, eyes sharp like he’s ready to strike at any given moment.

“Why are you here…? Not that I don’t want you here, but…” The demon, Jimin you take it, wanders around your room, looking at everything with thinly veiled aversion. He pokes and prods at a few things, namely the plushies at the end of your bed that the other two had so meanly pushed to the side, before turning his attention back to Taehyung… Who is still chillin’ in his underwear. You try not to think about the fact that Jungkook’s also in his undies as he stands behind you, arm firmly placed around your chest as if to protect you from Jimin. You’re not even sure why you need protecting, he’s kind of tiny compared to the both of them.

“Word gets around quickly, you know that darling. The fact that you two managed to wrap your souls up with a HUMAN so carelessly has been a very hot topic lately in our world.” Their world? So, they must have some sort of like, other realm? That makes sense honestly, so many of your classes have included discussion of differing realms beside that of humans. It brings the question forward if the underworld really is a thing. You’ll have to ask them later when Jimin the asshole leaves.

“And so, you decided to come and check on us to make sure we’re okay? How very uncharacteristically sweet of you Minie.” The words are sweet, the sentiment is not. Tae was sheepish before, but he’s defensive no, words sounding almost harsh. Jimin doesn’t seem to care though, eyes flickering back and forth between Taehyung and Jungkook before he rolls his eyes haughtily.

“No, I came here to warn you. I know there’s plenty of other beings you aren’t exactly friendly with, and now that they know you’re tied to Jungkook and this little creature… Well, I’m sure you can imagine. That, and I’m also mad that you fucked me in that cute little cabana and then left me on the beach to rot all by myself.” You can’t help it then, a short laugh leaving your lips at the scenery laid out for you. Taehyung really is quite the romantic. Jimin, like usual, doesn’t look impressed with you (he’s probably not even slightly impressed by your existence) but blows you off otherwise.

“We can talk more about this in the living room, allow for Jungkookie and I to dress first. Dove, why don’t you show Jimin the way…?”

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“So, what’s the story with those two?” You stand with Jungkook in the kitchen, making yet another batch of brownies for your guests. They inhale them like the air they breathe, you’ve barely even gotten any. Jungkook’s attempting to help, but he seems distracted by Jimin’s presence, and you can’t really pinpoint why.

“They used to be a thing, even before I met Tae. Lovers or something for a long time. They’re still friends though, besties or whatever… and they occasionally fuck. Good times, except not really because Jimin sucks ass.” A book flies past Jungkook then, just barely missing his head. You squeak loudly, whipping your head over your shoulder to glare. Jimin waves cutely, eyes crescents as he smiles at you sweetly before resuming his talk with Tae who looks mildly apologetic.

“Okayyyy then. Here, mix the eggs into the batter with this and try not to break anything.” You hand Jungkook the whisk, and he quickly stirs the better, managing to fling a bunch of it all over the counter in the process. Fantastic. The oven dings loudly, singling that it’s ready for the brownies to go in, so you grab the pan and bring it over to him. Somehow, he’s managed to get the batter on his nose, and like an automatic response, you bring a finger off and swipe it off. The demon pauses his actions, grabbing your finger before you can bring it to your own mouth and popping it into his, tongue slowly laving over your skin. You’ve never had a man deep throat your finger before, but it’s not an entirely unpleasant feeling… Some things never change.

You pull your hand back and smack his arm lightly as he continues to look smug, pouring the batter into the pan with a huge grin, long tongue licking at his lips. Noticing that he’s got some on his own fingers, you grab for one after he sets the bowl down on the counter. He stares at you curiously, unsure if you’re about to rip his finger off or not, but you bring it up to your mouth and lick along the length of it, all the way up to the tip of his nail. His breath hitches slightly, the only other sound in the room being Tae’s and Jimin’s passive aggressive muttering as he gapes at you.

“If you wanted to get me hard, congrats, mission accomplished.” Rolling your eyes, you try your best to hide how flustered you feel after your little show by grabbing the pan and taking it to the oven. Tossing it in, you set the timer for the right amount, eyes trained forward as Jungkook wanders over and hovers behind you. He doesn’t say a word, just watches as you pointedly try to look at anything but him before leaning down to whisper in your ear.

“You know, I really wouldn’t mind another taste of you if you’re offering, sweet thing. Just say the word and I’ll eat you alive… or eat you out, it’s your choice. I don’t mind if we have a little audience, they can watch me blow your back out if they want to, watch as I fuck you open…” He’s so close, the front of his body molded to your back. You can very clearly feel the outline of him, his cock prominent in his briefs as he wraps his arms around you, face burying into your neck. Pushing back, you unintentionally rub your ass against his length as you wiggle in his grasp, unsure of how to feel as you feel a tingle between your thighs. The deep growl that rips quietly from his chest doesn’t go unnoticed by you, but the others seem to ignore it.

“Well? Will you help us? I’m not completely sure if you’ll have the power to alone, but…” It draws your attention to the other two demons in the room, both of them standing from their place in the living room. You pull away from Jungkook hastily, going back to the counter to see what’s up. It’s probably in your best interest to just forget that Jungkook offered to eat you out in the middle of your kitchen with two other people present… Right?

“No, I don’t think I will. Not because I’m a complete bitch, but mostly because the only way I can think of separating you is killing your little pet, and in turn, you, and I don’t think you’re very fond of that idea sadly.” Demons really are prissy little assholes huh? Tae just nodes silently while Jungkook grabs for your hand to play with your fingers, his nails brushing over the skin lightly. He really is insanely touchy today, more than usual.

“I’ll stick around the area for now, watch for any threats, keep my ear close to the ground. Believe it or not, I don’t want your stupid ass to die. You already do enough dumb shit on your own, so…” Jimin brushes a hand against Taehyung’s jaw, a small grin coming to his face. It’s then you notice Jungkook’s nostrils flare, his eyebrows pinch, his hand clench tightly around yours… Like he’s annoyed by their display of affection… Holy fuck he’s jealous of Jimin. You try your hardest not to giggle at the newfound information, covering your hand as Kook looks at you confusedly.

“Jungkook. Human. I’ll be taking my leave now. Keep me posted and I’ll do the same.” Jimin addresses the both of you with a slight nod before poofing away into thin air, leaving nothing behind but his sassy attitude. Its’ quiet in the room, the three of you glancing at each other before the timer for the brownies finally dings. Desperate for the awkwardness to fade away, you quickly go for them, swinging the oven open only to burn your hand. The squeal you let out alerts the two demons, and they’re on you almost instantly.

“You really are such a clumsy little thing. Put it under cold water, like this.” Both of them guide you to the sink, Jungkook holding your hand and blowing on the burn (you’re not sure if that’s actually helping but you let him do it nonetheless) while Tae make sure the water is cold enough before putting it under. It’s oddly domestic and sweet, something you haven’t really come to expect from them, especially for such a minor injury. Tae goes back to grab the brownies, pulling them out without any sort of oven mitt or glove. Het sets them on the oven to cool before turning back to you, eyes slightly hooded, hair slightly mused.

“I can smell your arousal dove, were you two canoodling without me? I don’t blame Jungkookie of course. I, too, want to taste your sweetness if you’ll allow it, but some other time will have to suffice for now.” You sputter, hunching over the sink to try and avoid the question. It’s not your fault that Jungkook’s so… Domineering. You can’t see Kook’s response, but Taehyung laughs, a light sound that sounds pleasant to your ears. He hums a bit after before speaking up again.

“The bad news is that there doesn’t seem to be a way to untie ourselves from you safely that we know of yet, yes. But to top that off, Jungkook and I have plenty of enemies that could use that information against us. Either way, we’ll keep you safe, dove, don’t you worry.” They’re demons, to that information shouldn’t be surprising to you. Who knows what other things are currently trying to go bump in the night? Jungkook nods along, letting go of your hand to face you fully as you turn off the water. They loom over you, two strong demons that would probably scare the shit out of anyone else… But they’re growing on you.

“If you die, we’ll likely die, and vice versa. I know you’re practically in love with us at this point so you shouldn’t mind us sticking around you all the time, right?” Deadpan is the only way to describe the face you give them. They don’t give you any time to think things over before Jungkook sweeps you off your feet and starts to carry you toward the bedroom. Taehyung is close behind, shutting off the lights with the flick of the wrist as he passes them.

“Let’s sleep now, pretty girl. We’ll worry about everything else tomorrow. The offer to blow your back out still stands though, I think Tae would even help if I asked nicely.”

[notlycheesden]

Rearview Mirror

Heyyo ✌🏻 this is my first written piece for Endeavor , as a gift for my friend @kogo for the evil exchange. so I hope you like it my dude 👍🏻. A piece I will def be coming back to write more for sure.

⤍ Endeavour x reader

⤍ 3.6k

⤍ TW.incest, TW.dubcon, TW.father/daughter

⤍ Summary:

Enji was trying to be a better father, a better man.

And you never lied to him.

Guess it was a time for a lot of firsts.

Everything was always red between the both of you.

It's past four when his phone rings.

He was awake. even on his day off -those becoming more frequent now- years of routine were still strong. His body alert and aware way before the break of dawn for hours of training before patrol, and later to go to his own agency, the literal empire that wouldn't run itself.

He was pretending to be asleep, unmovable laying on his stomach, face buried on his pillow. Deep breaths in and out in a rhythmic pattern. His massive frame takes most of his king-size bed that for more than a decade he slept right in the middle, no reason to let the right side of it unoccupied.

It was almost meditation-like. There in the quiet and calm of his bedroom between his sheets, he could organize -or at least try- his thoughts. A time in his day where he gets lost in self-reflection. The things he would have to do that day, what work in his agency he would have to supervise, and even stubbornly he would do a little steaming out, analyzing his “actions and emotions”, passing commentary from the resident agency therapist threw his way.

“A strict but good man, if not for some, mishaps, from your intense and fiery nature.” was his professional opinion about Endeavor. The man really lived to throw things his way.

It used to help calm his turbulent mind. But lately there was nothing in his head but turmoil.

It was something he would do until 6 AM, when he couldn't take any longer and had to get up, body and muscles aching from staying in bed for too long, the sun already rising on the horizon, painting the sky with yellows, pinks, and reds.

The silence of his room is broken by the ring of his phone. Instead of the familiar tone of the morning alarm, it was his normal ringtone. When he opens his eyes, the room was not bright as he expects, still shrouded by darkness. Endeavor sits on his bed at once, alert.

Getting it from the bedside table quickly, his posture falls when he catches the time and the already saved contact of who was calling him: Natsuo.

Enji picks up, but before he could question the call, the time, or even say hello, Natsuo speaks, voice grave and serious.

“You need to pick up your daughter right now.”

It’s a punch to the gut. One that makes all the air from his lungs escape at once. In a second, he feels like he is thrown into a rollercoaster.

The only thing he can muster in his shock is a guttural and deep bark of incredulity “What?”

Natsuo cuts Enji off immediately. His tone triggering him into snapping, memories hushing in -not the time for this- “She just called. She was a crying mess, begged me to come for her but I live two hours away-Shouto is on patrol and not picking up and Fuyumi is with her fiance's family at the onsen-”

Enji inhales sharply. Dread takes hold of him while he can't even see straight with the sudden rush of adrenaline, sirens blasting off in his head.

“She was supposed to be with fuyumi at the onsen.” His voice echoes back at him in his bedroom walls, he doesn't realize he is shouting.

“Look, this is really not the time. She has no money and her phone’s dead. I was able to get her to tell me an address before the call dropped. she's all alone there. Are you gonna pick her up?”

Natsuo calms his own breaths now after snapping and shouting back, and he can hear shuffling noises on his father’s side of the line. The older man was up in a second, not really seeing anything, rushing through his stuff picking his keys and wallet. He hates the way his father could make him snap so easily.

Enji was completely distraught.“She said she was going to be with fuyumi…” He mutters under his breath while running through the corridors, even forgetting the phone by his ear, his son still on the line.

But Natsuo hates even more the blatant difference in the way his father treated all of them and you in comparison. Always. Like he could fix his mistakes. Hide his sins.

“Well. Think your little princess lied to you old man.”

Enji didn't even register the venom in his son's words, nor when he hangs up on him.

He’s out of the house in a blink. He tries not to rip the door out of its hinges on his way out.

——

He drives fast, almost no other car in the streets making it easier to speed up in his nervous state. The GPS voice droning about the directions, a forty-minute drive that he would make in twenty.

you said you were going to spend the weekend with your sister.

You lied to him.

Enji’s heart hammers in his chest and his flames burst multiple times on his face out of control. His grip on the wheel tightens to ground his shaking hands, his jaw set with such force that he could feel a headache already forming.

Thoughts were flying through his mind a mile a second. Where are you? What happened to you? Who were you with? Were you safe? Why were you crying?

Why did you lie to him?

It was like his heart was being squeezed by dread and being broken at the same time.

You were his youngest. After he realized what he did to his children as a father, he tried his best to do better; connect, communicate, but he was emotionally and socially stunted -Thanks doc.- and by the time he tried to reach out, it was just a little too late.

Fuyumi was the pillar of the household, replacing their mother too much young and having to fit in a mould not meant to be hers, barely holding the treads of the family and house together. Natsuo was out of the front door as soon as he finished high school and got into med school, choosing to live in the dorms and work part-time rather than stay at the manor. Shoto was another history in itself.

And there was you, a couple of years younger than your now up-in-the-ranks pro hero brother, at the time just a pipsqueak. Too young to remember Rei, remember the worst of Endeavor.

And when he tried to connect, you were there. As if just waiting. Wanting your father to look at you. Frail and innocent and just in want of care, of attention, of love. You welcomed him into your life with open arms and heart.

Enji did try to make it right by you. And for some time things were progressing, even his other children were starting to turn their heads around his direction.

Until Touya’s incident.

The media cracked down on him and his family with a vengeance, almost nothing was left unturned or whole.

Natsuo was the first to cut ties. Shouto threw himself into his hero work, completely closing himself off. Even Fuyumi decided that she was done, took the next step, and went to live with her now fiance, completely ignoring whatever Enji tried to shout about costumes or honor.

Then it was just the two of you.

He tried to be a good father.

He was a quiet man in his private life, strict and with a violent nature, but he reached out for outside help to make it right. An older and trustworthy housekeeper to not chain his daughter down at the manor, guidance from therapist to help him become a better father, a better man, anything to do right this time.

Call it atonement, call it his redemption, call it hypocrisy, he didn't care.

He only cares that at the end of the day, you were there at his side, happy.

This morning he saw the note on the fridge.

Going to onee-san family trip,

Be back on Sunday.

You never had lied to him before.

Guess it was a time for a lot of firsts.

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The music blasting through the night tipped him off even before his car's GPS tells him he arrived at the destined location.

He parks way down the street and assesses the place inside the darkness of his car.

Enji’s way out of the city now and inside the industrial district, the building seems old and falling to pieces, people are lingering all around the street, but it’s thicker there. At surface level the building was empty, but the music was definitely coming from there.

He dreads the worst.

Getting out of the car still in his sleeping sweatpants and tee, he throws the hood of his workout jacket over his hair to conceal himself. He’s going for discretion, get you and get out, no need to make this a public affair. Not with this, not with you, not right now.

He searches around but still can't find you. Half an hour has passed since Natsuo called. He's in a frenzy. Endeavor forces himself to calm down and think.

His son didn't mention music. He looks far into the street and he can see the entrance of an alleyway, he hushes there.

His stomach tied in knots when he sees in the dark your small figure crouched down beside a dumpster. your shoulders ate shaking with silent sobs holding your dead phone for dear life, trying to make yourself smaller than you already were, head down.

Enji barks your name and your head snaps to the entrance of the alleyway in shock, your body trembling and fat tears running down your smudged makeup.

“Daddy!”

In a second you were up and running, throwing your body against him and hugging his middle. He doesn't know what to do first, but he opts for following his instincts. Enji hugs your shaking form, shushing you lightly while petting your head. He doesn't know if it's him or you who's shaking more.

He doesn't remember how, but he manages to walk both of you to his car without being seen, his hulking form covering your smaller one.

He's shaking. When Enji puts you in the passenger seat and the car lights momentarily shine everything in an amber glow, rage fills his chest. You are in a dress he has never seen before, he knows it was not yours. He would never allow a thing like that or let you use it in public. Your makeup that before being ruined by your smudging and crying, was heavy and meant to seduce.

He closes your door and gets in the car.

He's shaking.

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Enji can only control himself enough to not rip the wheel or step on the gas right through the flooring for only three blocks. and thank the gods again for the hour, because he could not quite see the streets in front of him. If they weren't deserted while he drives double the velocity permitted, it would be likely that the fears of his family being again under the cruel and ravenous judgment of the public eye would become reality, although for a completely different reason from the ones he has been dreading until this point.

When he reaches the fourth block, he makes a sudden stop, turning and parking harshly with the front of the car almost all the way over the curb, the tires skidding loudly into the quiet of the night and scaring you out of your still shell shock state. your small sniffles stop when you let out a muted yelp of surprise.

Enji quickly pries his hands that have a death grip on the wheel and smash the roof of the car to turn the lights on in such a way that later he’s impressed he didn't send the entire ceiling flying. As fast as he did that and the darkness of the car is now cast in warm gold, his hands are on your small frame like a striking snake, a big calloused one gripping your face between meaty fingers, squeezing your wet cheeks and the other one in your far shoulder, turning you in his direction with a barely controlled yank. Enji wasn't sure if the shaking was coming from your body or his.

He's frantic, hectic, eyes going up and down your body trying to find anything, something. “Are you hurt? tell me,” His voice is harsh, too loud into the small space. You jump startled, but his grip locks you in place, he doesn't notice.

Why did you come to a party? Why are you dressed like this? Why did you do this?

“Are you?? Someone did something? Gave you something, touched you?” He barks again louder, bending and twisting to be in your face now, eyes scanning all over your body. But again and again, they would be drawn to the too short hem of your dress, from your ruined tearstained makeup and down again to your soft and creamy thighs, trying to find a mark, a scratch, a stain. Anything, something.

“Fucking answer me!”

“Dad please!”

Enji lets you go as if you just slap him in the face. He blinks.

You are shaking. Looking at him in fear, silent tears running down your cheeks. Your jaw is set as you try to hold your whimpers back, his fingers make red marks bloom on your face and arm under his digits.

Memories come back rushing. Phantoms scourging in blue flames.

He releases you as if you burn him.

His hands hover in place, and he doesn't dare to move, still crowding you. Both of you staring at each other in fear and confusion as if something would break.

He slowly backs away, and you keep still. He turns the light off and stares at the road.

Enji couldn't take more things between both of you breaking.

He takes a deep breath. Starts the car again to drive back home.

——

Friday nights are your nights.

Enji doesn't really remember when it started. But he knows it wasn't something that was spoken of or agreed beforehand. It happened once, then twice, then his job got in the way, then thrice, and when he noticed, it was a routine between him and his daughter.

Like most things between both of you, it just… fell into place. And it just felt right.

Endeavor would arrange his schedule in a way so that his Fridays would be empty, any emergency at the agency could be easily solved that way, patrols and hero work set on the weekends so he could come home at a sensible hour, just by dinnertime.

He would be just taking his blazer and shoes off at the entrance when Enji would hear your running steps from the kitchen, your pinky apron-clad figure hushing to meet him with a bright smile, eyes shining.

you would get a hold of his tie and gently tug down for him to bend at the waist to your level, your arms were thrown in a warm hug on his neck and a sweet and lengthy kiss on his cheek after he steps through the threshold. you would giggle against his face from the tickles you got from his stubble while warmly welcoming him, the food still hot on the table.

It was one of your multiple habits together, just the two of you. And it felt right.

It was routine. And it felt so domestic, warm and right.

Friday nights are your nights. After he gets home, you guys have dinner, something you cooked by yourself, sending the older housemaid away earlier.

Sometimes it is a new recipe, sometimes something you already tried before. But it's always good, and when Enji compliments your cooking skills and how much he enjoys it, your cheeks blush red. You daintly try to hide your smile as you thank him, bashful behavior so alluring even when he knows is just a little act, playing coy. There's warmth in his chest.

The lights in the dining room cast everything in this whimsical warm glow and maybe it's the beer, but Enji thinks it reflects lovely on you and the color of your blouse today. He says so.

“Looking so pretty tonight, princess.”

The red on your cheeks grow stronger. From across the table, he hides his smirk behind his can at seeing how you fidget in place, trying to contain your coquettish smile while biting your plush bottom lip. The warmth spreads lower.

Only later it dawns on him. Enji was flirting with his own daughter. And it was a habit.

It was routine.

Enji is sprawled on the big sofa comfortably, already showered and in his sleeping clothes after dinner, the second movie of the night halfway through.

It was a period drama and he tries to pay attention to the main points for your quiz about it the next day, but he was mostly checked out, lulled by the comfy dark of the living room, the buzz of the beers he drank, sleep and your warm body draped over his.

He doesn't really remember when it started, but he knows it was gradually. One day in your Friday movie nights, he notices you were glued on his side, and on the next one you had an arm draped over his torso while both of you were laying on the reclining couch, and since then, you were always over him, arms and thighs and breasts glued to his body, but most of the time cutely laying on his chest.

That night was no different. You are laying on his broad chest, using your arm as leverage to look down and back at the tv in front of the sofa, and for you to not slip he has one big palm over your waist and the other in a secure hook on the slope of your knee, propping your bent leg higher across his stomach. Your breathing matches his, and if not by your little grunts and noises of surprise, the redhead would have thought you had fallen asleep on him. It would not be the first time.

The clothes you are using are small and had hiked up a long time ago, a loose tank top and booty shorts, both of them old and worn out, sleep clothes.

From where he was, he could see all your body over his. From the crown of your head to the slope of your waist as it dipped under his scarred hand. His gaze follows the curve of your thigh draped over his waist to the fat of your ass pointing high. He muses in a daze that he could see the inside of your tank top, the soft swell of a breast making an appearance. He leers.

You move a little, and this time, he can make out the shade of a nipple. It’s pert and small and pretty, and blood rushes to his clothed cock, but is late, and he's tired and buzzed out. It doesn’t connect in his mind.

You move. you are getting yourself higher on his chest. Enji feels small hands wandering under his shirt. Presses of lips on his neck. Wet kisses on the stubble on his jaw.

The soft touches pull him deeper. There's a young and wanton body over his. It’s been so long since he truly touched another, let himself be touched. Smooth lips and an uncertain tongue were kissing him, and he wants to devour them. It’s hot and burns and makes his insides coil, his cock hard and heavy inside his pants. A warm slit humping it.

Could have been the tiredness, the beer, the comfort of the situation, anything really.

Enji kisses you like a man starved. Head moving and ravaging your much smaller mouth with his tongue. His hand yanks your tank top down exposing your breasts, and now he’s pulling and pinching the sweet nipples in a way that makes you moan against his tongue with a voice he couldn't recognize.

His other hand was down at your ass, guiding your movements back and forth on his erection with vigor, the friction against your slit makes you weak, but he keeps you moving, his calloused hand encompassing most of your behind. At each needy thrust his fingers would slide down between the cleft of your ass more and more.

His meaty fingers push the bottons of your shorts aside with a flick of his wrist, and now he's touching directly your puffy lips that are messy and wet all over. Enji growls in your mouth as you moan louder when he starts playing with your pussy, a pitched whine as he flicks your clit up and down, a strong hold on your breast.

A loud bang from the TV is what snaps him back to reality.

It was his daughter.

His daughter was over him. It was his daughter that was humping his cock, that he was sucking her small tongue and tweaking her nipples until he made her squeal.

He jumps to his feet and throws you across the couch.

Different from him, you look wide awake. Flushed face and startled eyes stares up at him, exposed breasts still heaving. Nipples rosy and hard. Between your legs, a glistening trail of where his fingers dragged when he ripped them off of you. Your shorts are drenched.

There's a moment of silence.

Enji snaps. He sprints to his bedroom, leaving you alone in the living room.

He locks his door, drops to the floor, and whips his hard and heavy cock out. in three pumps, thick ropes of cum cover his hand and clothed middle.

Taking big gulps of air trying to calm his breathing, his eyes glancing everywhere in a panic state, he looks down, and spot the wet patch on his clothed thigh. Yours juices that leaked on him. Its still in his other hand, fingers wet.

Enji wants to cry.

He tried to be a good father.

He ruined it again.