#my interpretation could be completely wrong ofc

[mearchy]

On my rewatch of TLOU I realized there were some details that I missed before that help to paint this huge picture about the importance of the preceding Tess/Joel relationship. The first and most obvious is that Joel mentions passingly that he and Tommy met Tess pretty early on, and it sounds like she stayed with him when every other group they were in fell apart, and even when his own brother left. So they’ve been surviving together for at LEAST 15 years, probably longer than his daughter was even alive, which is a length of time I just didn’t fully process before.

We never hear the full goodbye/suicide letter from Bill, but a lot of people have pointed out that over Joel’s shoulder you can see Tess’s name mentioned at least twice at the end — including something about her deciding what to do. We know that basically every time we saw Tess directly interacting with Joel before she died, she was the one giving him directives and making the final decisions. She says outright that he listens to her. This is not a man who trusts fucking anybody after everything he’s been through. But he trusts Tess. She comes up behind him in bed while he’s sleeping, and in a world of raiders and robbers where hypervigilance is a necessity, he barely even stirs.

Now, one of her last lines before she dies is “I never asked you for anything, not to feel the way I felt—“ and he tries to say something and she shuts him down. But here’s what gets me: before that, before they realize she was bit, she turns around and in her dying frantic anger she yells “that is NOT MY HOME!” about the QZ. And it’s like okay… where else could she be thinking about, if she’s spent all these years on the road with different groups, with Joel, and then at least a decade in the QZ? What is she defining as home right now? Why is this correction so intense? And it could be about Detroit, about where she came from and isn’t (apparently) attempting to go back to. But then. But then she turns and she looks directly at Joel. And she’s got the most tragic expression on her face. And I wonder if in that moment Joel knew she meant that he was her home, even if she had never said it that openly before. Wherever he went, she would go. Haring off on a wild chase after his brother across the country? She’s there. She’ll do anything to make it happen. She’ll beg and barter and kill for this truck battery, for a mission she doesn’t even have half the same stakes in. She was his direction and his driving force and a safe place for him, but he was her home.

Thinking about this almost changed the tenor of the remaining story with Joel and Ellie to me. The hospital massacre felt perfectly in character the first time I watched, but when I rewatched with both the Sarah and the Tess story in the forefront of my mind it felt even more fucking inevitable. Joel is Orpheus. This couldn’t have gone any other way. He could never have done anything else. He has failed the two most important women in his life. He has failed a daughter, and he has failed a partner twice over- first by letting her die, and second by letting her die believing she was unloved. How can he fail Ellie now? He has to burn the entire world, tell any lie, just to keep her alive. There is no other option, no other outcome. There is no living Joel post-canon without the hospital massacre.

And the revenge for it will be what kills him.

[scentofpines]

in class today i felt so incredibly out of place again, why does it have to be so hard for me? and, i like this girl, but every single time we have class she mentions her "autism" while happily chatting with 3+ ppl at a time, completely effortless, while im sitting there, staring and trying to focus enough to even understand the conversation bc there is so much noise around me that i feel like i'm about to either explode or shut down completely and i feel like an alien trying my best to somehow socialize and understand what is going on and really to just get through this.

[goomyloid]

why is it that you like noelle so much? i'm a noelle fan myself but i can't figure out why i like her so much. like if someone asked me to explain what makes noelle a complex or well-written character i would not be able to explain it to them. and i'm hoping hearing someone else's thoughts on her might give me some perspective to figure out why i gravitate towards her

Hello.

um i could make a whole video essay complete with background visuals on why i like noelle so much. but i dont have that kinda time so ill give the condensed version

she simultaneously fulfills several of my favorite tropes for [female] characters. she's the nice normal girl that probably has something deeply wrong with her on the inside, but she's become incredibly good at pretending everything's okay. she's also the childhood friend, someone who knows the protagonist on an intimate level that no one can quite replicate. she Also can very much fulfill another trope i like, which is Girl who looks like she's about to freak out and kill herself any second now. i cant wait to watch her become 100x more unstable in the coming chapters

all of those are just tropes/traits that i tend to like the most, so her personality/character alone is enough to make me like her

there's various details that make her really interesting in terms of the game itself. stuff like her being ever so slightly tied to gaster and the Weird disappearance of her sister, how her affinity for game glitches might mean something for the story, her entire extra pages of characterization from the spamton sweepstakes and what THOSE entries might mean for the story... i still think she will only be a character of secondary-importance in the main route but man i do think shes important to the story as a whole in ways that other characters arent.

shes lowkey kinda me. lol. i think a lot of people see themselves in noelle for various reasons. the general kind of Nice Normal i-need-to-get-along-with-everyone passiveness, on top of being the type of girl to present normally and then have a secret "weird side." that bit especially resonated a lot with me and surely with many other highly-masking autistic people i think -- feeling the need to 'convince' everyone you're normal, and then only being able to properly relax around people who really 'know' you. also, her whole thing about being scared by scary video games and movies and stuff only to immerse herself in them enough to eventually be comforted by them is like. So weirdly specific and also literally exactly how i was as a kid which is really funny. its stuff like that that makes her feel Real and relatable

the weird route. ill be so real i dont think id be half as interested in deltarune as a whole as i am now if it werent for the weird route LMAOOOOO. which i think is fair honestly. ofc im horribly interested to see where the main story goes, and i will definitely be invested in it. but the weird route carved a weird route shaped hole into my weird route shaped brain. its too peak. the alternate take on empowering noelle is so interesting, and dont even get me started on the strain it puts on kris's and noelle's relationship, their unique relationship they dont have with anyone else. i just think its exceptionally interesting how we've gotten to see noelle from so many different angles so far, and she's only been important for one chapter.

her design lowkey rocks? like call her little white dress boring or whatever but man does it open the door for so many cute and wonderful design interpretations. and also her palette shift into cooler colors but in Opposite Directions (brown fur becomes more reddish + yellow hair becomes more greenish) looks freaking awesome. i think ive seen an incredibly wide range of noelle designs more than literally any other character in the game

i dont want to spend too wildly long on this bc ive already taken multiple days to type this out so ill stop here lol. if i think of anything else i just HAVE to include ill reblog with it or something, but these are really the main points that come to mind first

[selfishdoll]

WHAT A WASTE ! ft. feitan portor ೀ ׅ ۫ . ㅇ

▌   you wanted it so bad, you don’t get to stop.  𐚁֙࿐ㅤㅤ it’s a shame, truly a shame; you being unable to contain yourself whilst your classmate examined your body for an assignment. but it’s fine, really— feitan doesn’t mind completing a detailed exam.

CONTENT WARNING(S) 𐚁֙࿐ㅤㅤ ooc feitan, please understand it’s been a minute since i’ve watch hxh & i’m going off my own interpretation plus a bestie’s. so if you expect him to be the perfect characterization you have the wrong fic | heavy degradation w/ minimal amounts of praise | strangers to ? (will there be a part 2.. maybe 🤭) | spanking | manhandling | usage of the words “slut, minx, & whore.” | all is consensual & feitan asks ofc | multiple orgasms | dacryiphilia | unprotected sex | creampie | cowgirl | reader is taller then feitan but he’s stronger then her | pussy slapping | overstimulation | hair pulling | softer feitan at the end? | impact! play | hints of sadist(?) feitan | accidental recording | feitan “threatens” to send the video to their professor (he wouldn’t actually do it, far too possessive..) | bitch is used once | etc. if i forgot something please let me know.

AUTHOR’S NOTE 𐚁֙࿐ㅤㅤ i’m sure assignments like these are not actually done but i got the idea randomly when seeing fanart of him. also expect more works of feitan, chrollo, & maybe the other adult characters except hisoka. also he wasn’t as mean as he should have been because i’m a very sensitive person & it shows in my writing 😭. and always please excuse any typos & grammar mistakes. 4K+ WORDS

Snap! The sound of the thin gloves had you jumping for a split second, eyes carrying away from the phone taking in your position on your bed to the man standing just a few feet away from you. Feitan Portor, a classmate you’ve never got the pleasure of talking to. Which wasn’t surprising at all, given he ignored just about everyone in class.

Eyes focused on his notes, the textbook, or glued to the images of the human anatomy your professor would plaster upon her smartboard. Those were the only instances you could remember of the unimpressionable man.

Yet now, here he was; in your room adjusting the gloves on his hand whilst you waited ever so patiently.

Becoming a surgical resident was a grueling process on its own, but having to work with the most quiet man alive just made it even worse. You felt so uncomfortable, wondering if you should speak or not— if it was alright to breathe.

As, no matter where you looked, said, or did; he seemed to be agitated.

Or maybe that was just his face, who knows?

A step in your direction caused the thoughts to dissipate, eyes flicking over to the man that stood off to the side of you. His eyes looked at you expectantly, impatience enveloping his gaze. Such intensity caused a sheepish sorry to escape your glossed lips, pushing off the slippers you wore with a hum. You then turned your body to lay across your plush blankets, arms stuck to your sides whilst your head rested on your pillow. A soft breath flew from your nose, tensing the moment he stepped closer.

The idea of the group project was being able to label the muscles of a human off paper. You were sure this type of assignment was for closer students but you drew the short end of the stick. Then again, it wasn’t too bad; Feitan didn’t seem like the perverted type— you highly doubted he would take advantage of such a situation.

His form moved closer, knees pressed against your bed as his hands hovered above you. Feitan’s eyes fell to your legs, mentally deciding to start there first.

Which.. wasn’t the best for you.

As his hands dragged up from his ankles and further; lips moving to utter the muscles beneath your skin— you felt a warmth brew inside you. Was it the feathery touches? Maybe you were touched starved even..

Either way, as he got closer and closer to your middle; you felt the heat threatening to spill over. Fuck.. you were done.

His hands were.. warm, the feeling seeping through the thin blue gloves he wore— large, a complete contrast to his smaller form, which barely reached your bust. They ghosted you perfectly, teetering between respectful and disinterested as they brushed your covered hip. Maybe you really were touch starved, or maybe an inkling of attraction towards the man rested deep within you. Either didn’t matter given the little gasp and flinch that escaped you was clear as day.

Feitan’s hands stopped just on your lower stomach, eyes snapping to your face. Oh, was he annoyed. Aggravated you had interrupted him whilst attempting to complete the assignment. Your manicured fingers bundled the plush blankets beneath you, lips parting slowly to speak;

“‘M sorry..”

“Your constant twitching is bothersome.” The man hissed softly, eyebrows brushing close as his face turned to glance back down your body. “A single touch and you’re trembling..” Feitan spoke, actions solidifying his words the moment a hand grasped your hip, thumb pressing into your plump, covered skin. The warmth you felt from his hand was stimulating, trickling between your legs— causing the plush limbs to push together. An action the man caught easily.

An annoyed sigh escaped him, hand withdrawing from your body whilst his eyes bore into your form. “What a waste.. getting aroused during an exam, specifically when we were so close to being done.”

“I am not.. I am not aroused.”

The man sucked his teeth at your words, eyebrows pushing even closer together as irritation formed his features. Feitan remained unmoving for a moment, simply staring you down before he leaned over, taking your cheeks in a tight grip and lifting you a bit off the bed. “So you’re not only a slut, you’re a lying one at that.”

A hiss tugged his words, fingerprints pushing into your heated skin whilst his eyes stared you down— daring you to deny. A stranger he was, nothing more than a classmate yet; here you were, so open and pliable for him. Staring up at him as if the venom spewing from his lips were the sweetest things ever.

Your head tilted down just a tad, gripping the sheets as you struggled to hold his gaze. “‘M not a slut either.”

“A pervert then—“ Feitan countered easily, fingers tapping against your skin while tilting his head. The moment your lips pulled into the tiniest pout a grin was pulling his own, thumb reaching over to press against your glossed mouth, “— is that more fitting? You laying here; waiting so desperately to be touched..” Feitan removed his hand from your face slowly, watching in amusement at the way you tried to follow his grasp.

“What a display really.. the only thing that is missing, is you begging.”

The anticipation welling inside you was threatening to explode, thighs pushed close as the heat rose within the room. Feitan enjoyed such a sight, piercing eyes taking you in— interest for once swirling in his irises. Finally, his eyebrows rose, even going as far as tilting his head.

Breath escaped you as you took him in, Feitan Portor your classmate and very much a stranger. And despite such formalities here you were, gripping the sheets, lips parted as pretty pleas escaped you.

Feitan sighed softly reaching down once again, taking your cheeks in his hand; a grasp you’ve already come to adore. “Speak up.” He hissed, fingers pressing into your hot chubby cheeks whilst his gaze never left you.

“Ple..please Feitan, please— I need you..” You cried out, eyes dipping down as the embarrassment settled in. Feitan didn’t allow this to settle for long, hand dropping to collect your chin more and pushing you to force the gaze.

“Need me?..” His tone was airy, a snicker even passing through his lips; such sound causing further shyness to trickle down your spine. “We’ve only just met.. just interacted,” Feitan drawled and not so gently pushed you to lay across your bed, crawling over your form. Your legs parted to rest on other side of him, gripping the sheets in excitement.

“And yet, you need me. Such a desperate thing, aren’t you?” Feitan dipped down close, hands pressed on either sides of your head, hovering just above your face. He watched as your eyes fluttered close, surely expecting a kiss. Instead his face was dropping to your neck, teeth sinking into your skin abruptly.

The hiss, mixed gasp that escaped you was loud, hands flying to his black shirt whilst he sucked and bit into your skin; dark marks forming from the attention. His hands moved across your body, falling down to your thighs— sliding under them to push them even wider. Once satisfied he was moving in closer, pushing your dress up to your stomach whilst using his free hand glide across your covered slit. Your hips rose to find friction, yelping the moment he pinched you lightly.

“Quit moving..” Feitan huffed, fingers pressing just a bit harder against your covered wetness, finding your clit and slowly stroking it. The little sparks of pleasure were sweet but barely enough, the burning impatience brewing inside you caused a whine to escape your throat. The dark-haired male clicked his tongue, eyes flicking from your thighs to your face. “Impatient slut..” He hissed, hand pulling from your covered, wet cunt.

You wanted to whine again, but instead— Feitan forced a sharp yelp out of you the moment his palm struck your pussy. Your thighs closed around his hand, tears springing into your eyes as the pleasure and pain combined into a single, sickeninly sweet feeling. The grin on his face was telling, clearly delighted by the high pitched cry that escaped you so freely.

A sound he chased; pushing at your thighs again and slapping the exact same spot. A wet sound entered the room, followed by an even sharper cry from your mouth. Your body rose up off the bed, cunt throbbing from the attention as your heart pounded against your chest.

A snicker, one far too sinister escaped the man above you, pushing your thighs back down to the bed. “Hurts doesn’t it?..” The humor was clear in his tone, pushing you even wider as his eyes trained on the prize between them. “As if I could tell, making such a mess all over your sheets.” Feitan claimed, reaching over and finally; peeling your ruined panties from your body.

The undergarment was tossed to the side, his thumbs pulling your folds as his eyes focused completely on your wet sex. Clit throbbing, hole clenching around nothing, you truly were such a mess.

“Feitan..” You spoke softly, nearly shifting under his gaze if it wasn’t for the quick glare he sent you. You decided to simply bunch your dress up in your hands, eyes fluttering closed the moment his fingers gliding across your abused slit.

Slowly, the man collected your arousal onto his still gloved fingers, the thin latex pressing against your wet cunt. And without warning, two digits were pressing into your awaiting hole; sinking all the way down to his knuckles. Feitan didn’t wait for you either, scissoring and thrusting them in and out of you— the soft squelches soon filling the room.

Your moans escaped you freely, acrylics gripping your dress as your legs threatened to close. His fingers hit all the right places as precise and calculated as he was with suturing. So perfect.. fuck, so so perfect; you felt your brain getting hazy, cries of pleasure escaping as his fingers pushed against your hot gummy walls— essence spilling with each push.

As if the pleasure couldn’t get any better his thumb lowered to your begging bud, teasing it for a moment just to hear you whine— right before rubbing harsh circles into the sensitive button. Feitan’s eyes captured it all, free hand gripping your other thigh to assure you didn’t move an inch.

If you wanted.. needed him so bad, you would be sure to take everything he gave you.

Once the third finger pushed in, you were thrown off the edge; groaning at the sudden stretch yet moaning as it worked in tandem with the other fingers. He played with you so easily, pushing spots with just his fingers— much deeper then your own has ever reached.

“F—fuck.. Feitan.. feels soo good—!”

Feitan grinned down at your display, listening to the breathy praises that continued to escape you. How you begged so much for a release, hips rising to meet the thrusts of his fingers; withering beneath him. “What a fucking mess..” He drawled, eyes flicking to his hand to watch your sticky arousal coating the blue latex. This only caused his expression to deepen, quickening the pace of his hand whilst hanging his head; mouth brushing against your ear.

“This was the only thing you were thinking about, weren’t you? The moment I walked into your bedroom, you were just itching to feel me.. such a perverted slut— [Name].”

His words, tone, the way his fingers bullied your insides; Feitan was just so fucking mean. Yet here you were, eyes rolling to the back of your skull while the loudest moan escaped you, making a mess of his hand. Your arousal trickled down his fingers to his palm, ruining his glove even further.

However, even as your orgasm raked through your body his fingers never stopped moving; pushing you further and further, sensitivity rising as breathy whines escaped you. Forgoing his threat from earlier, your hand lowered to his wrist. With each movement the muscle was tensing, your thumb pressed against his pulse to feel his rapid heartbeat— in sync with your own.

“Ca—can’t fuck it’s too much!”

Such noises fell on deaf ears, his pace continuing but not moving your hand. The man wouldn’t dare say he enjoyed your grasp around his wrist.

“Too much?..” Feitan mocked, gripping your thigh when you attempted to shut your legs. The pretty whines escaping your throat was answer enough, his eyes gleaming with excitement as his thumb continued working circles into your clit; fingers never faltering inside your wet walls.

From just his fingers, just his fingers you were so lost. A fucking babbling mess whose long forgotten the entire purpose of him being in your room.

Your stomach tightened, the feeling bordering on painful, as your next orgasm got closer and closer. Pushing through the pain, your hips rocked against his fingers, desperate for the euphoric feeling again��� only for it to be snatched away the moment he removed his fingers.

Your clit throbbed, hole fluttering around nothing as your hazy gaze soon focused on the man between your legs. The annoyed moan that escaped you was shameless, lips slick with your saliva pushed into a pout. “Why’d you.. I was so close!” You spoke, watching his eyelids lower.

Feitan moved to hover over your body, hands sinking into the spaces beside your head whilst pressing his hips to your own. “Said it was too much, right? Or are you already too fucked out to remember?” His hips moved slow, grinding the hardon within his pants into your wet, uncovered slit, your essence darkening his bottoms.

You weren’t given a second to dwell on his words or even muster a reply. Because the moment his hips moved yours were as well, head knocking back against your blankets as the light pleasure danced up your spine; stirring you inside. Your hands rose to bunch his shirt in your fingers, shaking underneath him as the desperation oozed from your heated body.

Feitan’s hand rose, taking your braids in a secure hold, pulling your head up from the bed to bring you a breath’s away. “Humping me like some bitch in heat.. So fucking needy.” A hiss hugged his words, as if aggravated from your actions. However, he was far from irritated, far from angry— enjoying you far too much.

You just looked so pretty like this; wet trails running down your chubby cheeks, dress and blankets wrinkled, with your legs wide— a clear invitation to ruin you even further. The sight was.. unbelievable, one he was delighted to keep all to himself.

“Feitan, please..” You dragged, hips pushing against him more, craving the friction and something else. He should have slapped your thigh or even pinch you for your impatience but fortunately for you, Feitan was just as needy. A huff escaped you as he released your hair, hands dropping to your hips. You silently questioned this, only for him to pull you up, you in his lap with his legs hanging off the bed.

You hovered above his lap, watching intently as he shoved off his bottoms; revealing his hard, long length. The tip was bubulous and red, a contrast to his paler skin. What’s more, pretty white pearls of precum oozed from the slit, twitching from the cool air in the room. Your hands found his shoulders, eyes flicking to his face as nerves settled in the pit of your stomach.

Feitan didn’t do much to ease your anxiety, even finding it a bit comical. His hand rose, shifting under your dress to stroke the dimples etched into your lower back. “What’s wrong?.. Don’t tell me you’re backing out now, [Name].” He watched as your eyebrows pushed together, lips pulled into an annoyed pout.

“I’m not..” You huffed softly, nails digging into his skin as your hips lowered just a smidge, jumping the moment his tip bumped against your throbbing bud. “Just.. g—give me a second.” You spoke, hips moving, lining his cock up with your entrance. A whimper escaped you the moment his tip breached the warm space, sinking down slowly whilst more breaths escaped you.

His hands were steady on your body, holding you up and watching in excitement as you trembled. Your walls clenched around him, slick coating his length as you reached just the middle. The stretch teetered between painful and pleasurable, eyes closed shut as you allowed yourself a moment of rest. A moment that dissipated rather quickly, given Feitan lifted his hips; shoving his length the rest of the way inside.

You tipped over, leaning into him as a sharp whine escaped you. You fisted his shirt, seated completely in his lap as huffs escaped you. “Feitan—!” You cried out, feeling his hand lift to the back of your head, taking your braids in his hand as he lifted you from his form.

“Such a crybaby..” Despite his words, his eyes searched you for any discontent or actual pain, lip tucked behind his teeth. When he found neither — ignoring the light feeling in his chest — the man’s hand fell to your hips, gripping the plump flesh. His fingers dug into your sides, lifting you up off his length until only the tip resided inside— before pulling you back down.

The moan that escaped you was far too sweet, nails pushed into his skin as your hips began to move without restraint. You were so uncoordinated, so fucking messy as you bounced up and down his cock; whimpers thrumming from your throat. The sounds carried around the room; the wet slaps each time you slammed down, your desperate moans, and the subtle grunts Feitan would release every so often.

With each moment of your hips his tip was striking the sweet spot inside you, your walls clenching around his slick length— fresh tears beading and threatening to spill over. A hand rose from your hip, driving up the plane of your stomach to grip one of your breasts; pinching and rolling your nipple between his fingers just to hear your voice pitch.

Feitan, Feitan, Feitan! His name was falling from your lips like some type of prayer, knees digging into the mattress as the pleasure consumed your body. You were so fucking lost, lost in the throes of it all with only him to guide you. A faulty anchor he was, pulling you deeper and deeper; leaving your mind so hazy and bleak.

The show you were unveiling was such a delight, the man far too happy to have the front row seats. He pushed closed, hips rising to meet your drops as he grew just a breath’s away. “Keep clenchin’ me so much.. you’re close aren’t you?” Feitan’s voice was ragged, feeling your breath fan across his face. The whimpers that escaped you was enough of an answer, his hand rising to your throat to simply hold— placing his lips onto your own for the first time this afternoon.

The kiss was as heated as the rest of the room, as intense as the moment his hands settled onto your skin. Feitan’s tongue intruded your mouth, licking into the wet cavern to claim as his own. And the moment you attempted to pull away to breathe, his teeth were sinking into your bottom lip; swallowing you back up.

It didn’t matter if you were on top or not, you and him both knew who was in control.

Your hands rose, curling into his black tresses as you felt your peak approaching quickly. You moaned and whined into his mouth, legs shaking as the band tightened deep in your stomach. The tears were flowing freely now, Feitan releasing you this time to hear the haste babbles that escaped you.

“Fu..fuck Feitan! I—I’m gonna come—!” You cried out, the bounces becoming even messier. You felt his hot hands fall to your ass, slapping a cheek as if encouraging you to ruin yourself even further.

“Fucking minx..” Feitan hissed out, eyebrows pinched close, cock twitching within you. “Make a mess than.. don’t hold it.” The confirmed huff was enough for you, creaming all over his dick as you arched into him. The feeling caused a shiver to run down the man’s spine, hissing as you clamped around him.

As you rode out your high, your movements slowed— lurching forward the moment his palm slapped your ass again. The high-pitched whine that threatened to escape was quickly overshadowed by his words;

“I never said stop, did I?” His hand traveled to your hair again, tugging just to hear you whine again. “You wanted it so bad, you don’t get to stop.” Feitan spoke, gripping you to keep you grounded before lifting you up and off his length. The added fact he was matching each thrust was enough for you, head tossed back as the moans slipped from your bruised lips freely and shamelessly— eyes meeting the back of your skull.

The breathes that escaped you was strained, the pleasure far too much but you being unable to run from it. It seems his height went to his strength, holding you so fucking tightly you couldn’t move an inch. Leaving you defenseless, making you take every inch without mercy. The sensitivity dissipated quickly, leaving behind unadulterated ecstasy that caused stars to invade your vision.

Proper words no longer escaped you, babbles of his name and praises replacing such intelligible speech. But Feitan knew enough what you were trying to say, grin still plastered on his features, like some type of madman.

You were sore all over, struggling to keep going but so desperately chasing the release that was bubbling inside of you. You fell forward, forehead brushing his own as his tip brushed your cervix. The pain mingled with the pleasure easily, cunt pulsating around him as you felt yourself grow closer and closer.

In the past hour Feitan had grown to know your body. Each twitch, spasm— everything. He didn’t need to be warned of your climax, especially since he felt the way your walls clenched with urgency. Such a feeling pushed him closer to his own end, blunt nails etching crescents into your sun-kissed skin as he rose up off the bed; fucking you even harder.

The two of you leaned forward for a sloppy, messy kiss; moaning and groaning into the other’s mouth. The hurried slaps of skin on skin contact intensified for a split moment before stuttering as the man spilled inside you.

This was enough for you, coming on his dick again; your releases mixing together and trickling down his cock. Slowly, the two of you pulled back from the kiss; a string of saliva connecting your lips.

Your chests brushed against each other, breath heavy and fanning against the other. The flat of his palms pushed against your waist, pulling back to look at you. “Get off me.”

“Give me a moment to breathe, Fei.” You spoke, used to his harsh tone by now. Despite the small annoyed sigh that escaped him, the man didn’t push you off; even leaning back onto his hands and allowing you to remain in his lap— length still inside your wet sex.

A pleased sigh escaped you, arms tightening around his neck as you leaned into him fully. His eyes darted to the side of your face for a moment, an unreadable expression crossing his features.

A comfortable silence covered the room for a moment before Feitan spoke again, amusement etched into his words;

“I wonder if the professor will like our.. exam.”

Your eyes flew open at this, glancing down at the grin plastered onto his features. Sure enough, the moment you turned, you spotted your phone on your tripod— still recording.

The next ten minutes was spent fighting the shorter man for your phone, him managing to grab it, and you pleading for the video to not be sent.

FEEDBACK & REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED <3

[midnight1nk]

Hello! I would like to share a theory/what-if regarding Smg4 being knocked out currently. I thought about this when I was watching ‘Smg4 doesn’t meme for one second’.

What if getting his meme lobe taken out and then shoved back into him affected his ability to recover from adverse injury, which contributed to why he got knocked out by an explosion but not any of the arguably worse shit he’s been through.

I’m still relatively new to Smg4 so maybe I’m reaching on this, but still a good possibility imo 🤷‍♀️

Love your theories and ramblings about Smg4 btw! You’re literally the person that’s keeping me sane while we wait for the new movie lol (PLEASEEEE LET IT BE SATURDAY ALREADY AAAAAAA)

Why, hello! Theories and ramblings are what I'm about, so you came to the right place :) Let's consider how the scene in "Enough is Enough" was set up:

It happened in the middle of an intense arc, facing a dangerous antagonist whom 4 or Mario had never met

In the more serious/emotional scenes, the animation is a lot more fluid and expressive than the typical Gmod ragdoll we're used to (and this goes way back in the classic era)

Mario looks confused and lowkey terrified when the flamethrower starts to burn the building down. Jumping to the wrong conclusion, 4 thought Mario was doing all of it himself, "Are you trying to kill me?" Not in a "it's just a prank bro" kinda tone, he is just as confused as his best friend is for a different reason, the kidnapping of the kids. (ofc 4 didn't know the full story)

When 4 was slammed toward the wall, the music stopped. It was only for a moment and we all knew 4 wasn't going to die, but since the scene was meant to be taken as unexpected and dire, it made us doubt a bit. And golly, it worked.

And lastly, the fact that the Team chose to have 4 knocked out instead of getting a lighter injury to put 4 on the bench for the narrative. They could've had him break a leg or get back pain. I would've taken 4 falls to the ground and attempted to lift himself up, but his limbs gave out, ultimately too weak from the impact. Why was 4 left completely unconscious? (yea Team, you better have a good explanation or else WHEN I GET YOU TEAM—)

The lobotomy affecting him is actually an interesting interpretation of 4 getting injured by the blast, since his head was the first thing that hit the wall. In here, we had previous discussions about the rules of death and injury in the SMG4 universe, how intent in the narrative is a big factor in this. Most of it is being played for comedic reasons.

Explosions? The Crew's fine. Rat poison? Well, at least 4 got to enjoy his burger. Electric chair, y'know the thing you thought would affect 4 the most compared to the others? They'll walk it off. The Inside Out episode? ...uh, we don't really have an explanation for that.

But perhaps because this scene was meant to be taken seriously, the hit to the wall could be what got to him. Basically, getting hit on a healing wound. Though, the only remaining conflict would be the Team having to justify writing this scene. Even with what I said about narrative intent, it isn't exactly foolproof and the question will remain, "why didn't 4 get hurt when they've been through so much worse?" This is the best I can come up with based on what you said, but we would just have to wait and see what the Team's planning to go with this (hopefully for the better). Then again, the lobotomy episode's likely not meant to be taken seriously (that is our silly lil meme show). But hey, you never know! In the end of the day, it's just a theory!

Also THANK YOU FOR THE KIND WORDS 💙

Who knew it takes an insane theorist (<- me) to keep the fandom in balance AJKH;LJ chat, we're renting out a movie theater bc I NEED THAT MOVIE NOW /lh

thanks for dropping this in my inbox!

[seyaryminamoto]

Hello! Long time no see :) hope all is well!

Not sure if you’re still taking Q&A’s, but I was curious about your opinion in regard to this newest addition in the ATLA live action casting for toph. They have opted with making her “more feminine”. I have seen your interpretation of toph and it was very well executed all the way around. From her friendships and admirations, to her romance and personal struggles/goals. It was well rounded and very in character. That being said, do you think making her more feminine will be an issue? Would adding femininity, -in your opinion- take away from her accomplishments as a character ? Would it ruin what she stands for and the social standards she went against? Or could this be a not so serious variable that affects Toph as an individual? This isn’t counting any other changes the creators have/will make ofc.) I look forward to your answer whenever you have a chance.

Thank you for these latest chapters btw, they have been a true delight! Best of luck to you in your future works. XO - a fan

Hello there! I have a lot of stuff to answer and it's been piling on, but yeah, I've been terribly busy lately, so I'm sorry for that :( but here's your answer, and I'll keep it as... concise as I can make it. Haha... ha. It's me, brevity is not in my nature.

Usually, with ATLA's liveaction, I've been able to trace the reasoning behind their choices. Some, of course, are completely ridiculous and can't be justified as anything but fanservice (looking at you, 41st division), but with several others, while the effectiveness of the changes can be questionable, I can trace where they're coming from and why they're trying to do that.

I have struggled to make sense out of why Toph would suddenly need to be less of a tomboy and more feminine. I have a couple of theories right now: one of them is that they believe it would be culturally unlikely for a highborn girl to be too much of a tomboy for believability's sake. While I could, perhaps, concede on this on SOME level... I also find myself thinking on many modern Korean TV series I've watched, where even if the story takes place in the Joseon era, the female leads might even crossdress as male in order to have a stronger role in society, thus, they can be depicted as... not all that feminine? Not COMPLETELY, usually, because there always needs to be some level of femininity to sell the perfect romance, apparently... but they're willing to provide the characters with different facets of personality that make femininity a backdrop, rather than the core of the character.

If this is what they're going for with Toph, then I guess our Blind Bandit's going to be K-Drama-ized. Sort of. I'm not entirely sure whether that will make her believable as a character at all when you consider what her role was like throughout Book 2, unfortunately, but it's, as usual, a case of reaching your own conclusions when we see it live.

The second option is one I find a little more outrageous: the show may be looking to disregard a lot of "character stereotypes" from the 2000's. The erasure of Sokka's early sexism most likely comes from this logic (the bad writing around the rest of his character, unfortunately, makes it a lot harder to love him even if his egalitarian view of society should make him more likeable, weird self-own there...), it's an attempt to "modernize" the story and show us the character as something other than your stereotypical 2000's male cartoon character who masks his insecurities behind sexism. And I will say, in my eyes, the logic of "modernizing" a story is the very reason why remakes are supposed to exist: the issue comes when the people creating these remakes somehow fail to hit the mark and their new version winds up being less genuine and more shallow than the original (see most of Disney's liveaction remakes, ofc). I don't think ATLA's liveaction is necessarily doing EVERYTHING wrong, but while the changes can have their logic, in this instance it would be really hard to argue that the logic sustains itself, because...

I don't know who on earth finds tomboy characters offensive, but if such people do exist? I hope they step on a lego.

Tomboy characters can be great representation and validation for girls who (like me) weren't all that gender-conforming. It could even help some people make sense of their own gender dysphoria! All of which is very modern and forward thinking and not at all stereotypical of the 2000's because nobody in that era was creating these characters for those purposes. But upon removing Toph's "tomboy" status in order to turn her into a more "traditional girl", it leads me to think that Mai's NOT going to be a goth girl because "that's no longer such a common personality type, 20 years later, so its dated and needs to be removed", and Ty Lee is suddenly going to be written as an erudite because a carefree girl who doesn't seem to be all that intellectually inclined (note that she CAN be depicted as smart in her original characterization, it's merely that it's clear her interests don't lie in knowledge or so, she's a physical, spiritual kind of person, not bookish by any means) would be offensive and enforcing the idea that feminine girls are stupid! All of which would, of course, turn them into entirely different characters.

Toph was a great tomboy, a lot of people loved her for it, and a lot of people liked that she could be this while also being blind. It's possible that the liveaction people think that tomboy + blind are one too many traits and she needs to be nerfed (...???) in order to handle her better? I don't even know. While I can't say for sure how bad the result will be once this version of the show releases, I'm not very confident that this change will help her character in any way. I actually think Katara ended up having a curious arc in Book 1's liveaction, if not what her fans wanted, and I don't mind a lot of the changes they gave Aang. Zuko... eh, I will never love him, that much is obvious, but I appreciated that he seemed to take his mission and his honor a lot more seriously than in the show, where he seemed to think that sailing everywhere to find the Avatar was enough to get results even before Aang broke out of the iceberg (the fact that he had a BOOK here where he wrote things down was such a nice change! I was caught off guard completely by the notion that Zuko can write, let alone investigate things! :'D).

But this Toph change honestly seems to lean more towards the Sokka change... in the sense that on paper MAYBE they have their reasons and yet in practice it could just result in a character being completely derailed from its purpose and crippled on a characterization level, which then gets overcompensated with... uh... unnecessary convoluted matters like "my dad doesn't approve of me, my life is useless, this is where all my insecurities come from :((((", for instance.

Time will tell and I guess we'll have to watch it to see whether it works or not... but unless they leaked this information to gauge how to calibrate this change based on fan reaction? I'm not sure this is going to be remotely as agreeable a change as the liveaction's creators might have hoped it was.

Addressing your specific questions: a more feminine Toph will definitely need a wholly different character construction. Her clashes with Katara are bound to lean towards classism now ("I'm highborn, you're a peasant, why would you expect me to set up your tent? You should be the one setting up mine, lesser being"), which won't make her any more agreeable as a character, as long as they do retain some of the story beats from Book 2, ofc. Her training of Aang will definitely be weird because Toph was supposed to be the embodiment of earth, so in tune with her element that she's basically a rock, or metal once she develops that one. And worth noting, she develops metalbending by punching stuff: this isn't very feminine :'D I'm not entirely sure how they intend to recreate these scenes if her character will be fundamentally altered.

I do think that, unless the tomboy side is replaced by something even more impressive (and I can't really think of something), this change won't be very agreeable for me. A great deal of what draws people to characters like Toph is their personality and their willingness to go against the norm. She does this by being a tomboy and by being blind but embracing her condition rather than bemoaning how sad she is about it. And the issue is, considering Toph's background, the only things I can see them replacing the tomboyish behavior with, in order to obtain similar results, is... making her a social snob. Which people won't like. I, at least, can't imagine anyone enjoying that switch. Otherwise? She'll just be a cute, chirpy girl who is perfectly complacent and compliant with everything, meaning there will be no conflict with her character and all issues between her and the Gaang, while shortlived in canon, will be rendered non-existent altogether here.

So... yeah, I'm not exactly hyped, if still slightly curious as to what exactly they're planning to do to her character. It does remind me of Sokka's changes too, because... I don't really hate that he wasn't sexist. But I disliked the writing around him so much that the removal of sexism legit did nothing to improve him, in my eyes (I won't say the lack of sexism made him worse, though, it was the REST of the writing that did that). As a flaw for his character that I didn't really care for, it's weird that its removal didn't help my view of their Sokka in the least, so I am admittedly wary that a personality trait I DID like, Toph's tomboyish demeanor, will get nerfed or deleted outright... and it's hard to believe this can be an improvement for her. We'll have to wait and see.

Also? Thank you very much for your kind words regarding how I characterized Toph <3 I actually got used to Toph fans not being very happy with how I wrote her since she was so very aggressive and bold at the start instead of having softer sides all along, but that's why you write very long complicated stories! To flesh things out as you go along rather than since day one x'D Along with that, an older Toph whose life grievances festered for about 7 extra years, and who never had the Gaang's influence, sounded like one hell of a molotov cocktail of a character to me, so I really enjoyed working with her based on this premise. So glad you've enjoyed her <3 and really happy to hear you've enjoyed the newest chapters too! Finally a bit of deserved respite, haha, be it for you guys or for our main dorks <3

[lemonhemlock]

Hi Lemon! It's always a pleasure to read your thoughts on hotd so I just want to share mine and ask for your opinion :)

First of all, I completely agree with one of the recent anons about helaemond and how it would have made the story better and more logical, the characters involved more engaging and human and ofc, the motivations more clear. And yes, it's ridiculous how my fellow greenies have been screeching about it making the greens look bad and hypocritical when in reality it would have only endeared them more to the GA (if done right, of course). Aemond would have been a multi layered character, Helaena would have had more relevance and Aegon and Aemond's fallout would have been more convincing. Oh well, a missed opportunity, unfortunately. But the greens are the ones who were damaged.

Second of all, Helaena is such a mystery to me and not in a good way. She has the same gift as Daenys the dreamer and yet she won't do anything with it? Why? To make her a constantly doomed and tragic figure who can't avoid her destiny? Because that's not the best explanation and just seems lazy. She is completely detached from the narrative. I thought at first that she couldn't interpret her dreams and visions, but after the balcony scene with Aemond it's obvious she can. Also, the way she apathetically talked to Aemond abut him dying and (sort of ) no one caring rubbed me the wrong way and I actually felt bad for him in that scene, not her, even though it obviously wasn't the writers' intention (and I agree with you, %his request wasn't unreasonable at all).

Finally, them using Helaena in Daemon's vision made my blood boil. Apparently, she can be Bran like toward her own brother because he "deserves" it, but it's OK to use her to "light the way" for Daemon in his "redemption" arc. It's unbelievable and straight up offensive . What is actually the point of her character and her ability then? Anyway, I would love to read your thoughts on this. Thanks.

first of all, anon, hello & thank you & i hope you enjoy your stay on my blog! 💚

PREFACING this by saying that the full helaena-aemond scenes might offer a bit more context than we already have, but, basically, here are my takes, as of now, the friday before the season finale. subject to change!

i guess my thesis statement is that this whole season kind of destroys helaena's character, as well.

let's look at her relationship with aegon:

from what i understand, she says she was "happy" before the war. a helaegon win perhaps? if she was "happy", then she must have been content enough with her position as aegon's wife, no? that doesn't seem like a huge logical leap to make. so, whatever aegon did or didn't do, it must just not have bothered her that much to impinge on her "happiness", even if perhaps she wouldn't necessarily rate him very highly as a husband either.

but, then again, she never mentions him. he just suffered a traumatic injury and is in constant pain. helaena is not besieged by grief this season, she is not catatonic with her own trauma, she is very lucid and calm and acting normally, yet she doesn't once ask about him or visit him or offer SOME kind of condolences or feel any kind of way about him being a cripple. he is still her brother, though? and apparently she has no particular beef with him? she shares a daughter with him, yet never even considers how it will be difficult for jaehaera to see her father like that. she just doesn't give a shit. and, i have to say, this makes her look rather sociopathic.

now let's look at her relationship with aemond. she is apparently so dismissive and gives zero fucks about the concept of aemond's death. like with aegon, there is a version in which helaena could have real grievances with aemond that could lead her to act like this. does she, though?

she doesn't give a shit that aemond burned aegon

she doesn't give a shit that aemond instigated the blacks into assassinating her son

she doesn't give a shit that aemond dismissed alicent from the council

what other reason could there possibly be? does she disagree with his war strategy? does she care that he burned a village? is she a secret rhaenyra stan? did he step on her favourite cockroach when they were kids and now it's payback time?

so, to be so indifferent and apathetic and downright heartless towards her brothers for no reason, again, paints her like a sociopath. what does she even care about? just her bugs? what in the seven hells? i'm not even sure that was the writers' intention anyway, they just truly have no idea what to do with her character. she is there so her interlocutor might exhibit some of their own character traits, but it's like talking to an android.

there are also ways in which one could show helaena's reluctance regarding flying dreamfyre to war, not just "lol i don't want to be bothered" when her family's lives are at stake. at the very least show her terrified of dying or squeamish about violence or something.

and her assisting daemon's redemption arc is downright nauseating. she gives zero fucks about her brothers, but DAEMON is the one she elects to help??

from a watsonian POV, she is not likeable or understandable at all, they are basically turning her into a selfish coward infantilising herself and not bothering to take the slightest initiative to change or influence the things she disagrees with, who just wants to sit on her arse all day waiting to die. but can she truly be analysed through a watsonian POV? was this the intention of the writers? (death of the author and all - what other in-universe characterisation could you give her based on her inaction on all fronts?)

like with alicent, i, for one, cannot apply watsonian analysis to helaena, because that's not how a human person would believably act in those situations. that's not how neuro-divergent people act! they cannot keep using this as an excuse. i don't want to hear the "everyone grieves in different ways" pretext. controversial opinion, but it's downright offensive to neuro-divergent people to claim they are so soulless and don't care about anything other than their hyper-fixations and would not blink if their family were in mortal danger or lift a finger to help in any kind of way

[v41entine]

***EDIT: organization + added screenshots I've finished my first avowed playthrough. I wanna talk about it.

[⚠️Major Spoiler Warning‼️]

( mid-game predictions: first / second )

First, things I was right about:

Woedica "burned" Sapadal aka The Voice and will make a cameo. (i was wrong about their imprisonment, but i should have stuck with my gut on this one bc otherwise i was right orz)

Sapadal learns from our decisions and it will change them throughout the story (the final convo with them was sooooo. it was everything 😭😭😭 the things i expected them to say about certain choices and how they INTERPRETED it thru THEIR lens was fascinating!!!!)

Sapadal is actually causing the plague to defend against the spread of the Engwithan God's influence. (OKAY i think it was actually the manifestation of their fear/loneliness BUT they are AFRAID of Aedyr and Woedica, so i was at least half right)

Now, i must confess, as seems to be my pattern with Obsidian games, I COMPLETELY MISSED OUT on a whooole chunk of the game. I missed everything in Fior, I recruited the Spy and still didn't put anything together and didn't realize what might happen. So that one's on me -_-

(towards endgame the companions are like. reminiscing about everything we've gone thru, and Yatzli straight up says "I thought you could have been more helpful" AND SHE WAS RIGHT IM SO SORRY BESTIE I COLLECTED UR VASE AND COMPLETELY FORGOT TO GIVE IT TO YOU 😭😭😭)

NEwayy I'm excited for my second playthru but first i want to go back and see the different endings with this envoy just for funsies :3

My endgame experience:

I should have known that it would end with a "Choose Aedyr or Sapadal/the Living Lands" thing; the culture you grew up with vs your "birthright"/patron. I was rly trying to stay neutral, like at first i was like, oh we're just following orders "stop the dreamscourge" and nothing else matters, but as a person with power and authority, ofc u aren't allowed to remain neutral in times of conflict 😔😔 i chose the gref (?) option, but i wanna focus on the other ending.

So when it came down to the decision on what to do with Sapadal, Free them or Destroy them, I was torn!! I did NOT trust them! but I think Marius made the point that maybe killing a God is not a good idea? So I tried for a different option and when they mentioned becoming "one", I looked at it this way:

I chose Ryngrim's offer. The same lesson in her fucked up little parable about pragmatism over sentimentality and "one for the many," I applied to this situation. I was afraid of both the ramifications of killing the god of the living lands, and also what a freed Sapadal might do, because they were, surprise! Vengeful.

My favorite line in particular was about my choices in handling the assassin/rebels.

So. "Sacrificing" the envoy to appease Sapadal and (hopefully) keep them in check, seemed like a worthy compromise! And yes, I did have the suspicion that Sapadal would replace our sentience with their own, but they didn't and everything was fine! until...

BTW the.. merging? was appropriately creepy and it definitely felt like you were giving away more than you intended. IMO. I hated it!

The final confrontation with Lödwyn was a blast, that little moment where Lödwyn realizes what's happened, and then your companions realize what's happening is, again, appropriately terrifying!

Except, that's it. You save the day and the credits roll, Sapadal has one last message for you and the epilogue plays.

And honestly, that was disappointing!!! like. No follow up whatsoever about being possessed, no longer being yourself, Kai expressed concern and then once Lödwyn died, he was back to normal???

It just seemed rly odd and anticlimactic idk! It felt like the results of this choice should have been more. ominous? permanent?? But, no! U just get a shot of your buddies havin a picnic together! It just doesn't add up for me :/

(↑ like those 2 shots happen in that exact order, did everyone else forget?? TT_TT)

I'm definitely going to play as this envoy again to make more intentional choices, but first, I feel like I need a fresh playthru altogether, so I'm excited to see how Sapadal will learn next time!🙂‍↕️ (ty obsidian i luv u obsidian ! 💖)

Overall

🌟 I loved the setting and I loved the story, tho tbh im very easy to please, so long as a game is fun, that's enough for meee :) but this one also has the fun moral quandaries common in obsidian story telling :3

💞 I really do feel like the typical "companion romance" we see in other RPGs would have detracted from this game. Sorry, not rly tho. The plot is very linear and pressing, and frankly, everyone's got bigger fish to fry!! I do like that they left the door open for an epilogue romance with Kai, I haven't heard/discovered if it's ONLY with Kai??? But I like that there is that little something for folks who prioritize romance in video games. (I stand by my personal take that romance is not, and has never really been, one of Obsidian's strengths! and i rly don't mind them leaving it out <3)

😔 I'm pretty sure I missed out on Giatta and Yatzli's personal quests :((( but I really enjoyed Kai and Marius'!! I actually just rly loved learning about the Living Lands in general!! Prior to rly knowing anything about it I played a Watcher from the Living Lands and now it feels like a whole new world actually being able to like. Conceptualize what their history/background was actually like yk?? V FUN. I enjoyed the camp banter, but I do wish there was at least a little regular banter when traveling, things could get quiet when exploring the same areas lmao.

👙 I LOVED BEING ABLE TO TAKE ON THE APPEARANCE OF OTHER ARMORS!!! sometimes the good armor is UGLY 🙂‍↕️ What i didn't love was being MICROMANAGED DURING FIGHTS "time for some new armor" the second i take 2 damage, "did that even hurt them?" when i don't 1-shot someone like WYM 😭😭 LEAVE ME ALONE worry abt urselves orz orz orz

😡 Speaking of armor, I just wanna express my ABSOLUTE disappointment in Obsidian completely erasing Pillars depiction of Aedyr/Aedyran fashion:

It's like they just used Aloth's armor ALONE as a reference, and not taking into account that Aloth dressed the way he did because he traveled!!! (esp since in deadfire his outfit still held the silhouette of aedyran clothing and in poe1 he didn't have his sash at all !! >:((() It felt like a downgrade :( instead of using the rich lore they already had they just overwrote it with some bland GOT shit :(((

🥰 All that aside, im excited for other playthroughs, the second playthru is always my fav bc i get to notice all the little details and foreshadowing i missed the first time around <333

🍄🍄 mushroom divider 🍄🍄 | 🌳🌲 branch divider 🌲🌳

[darcyolsson]

bestie hi what is wwdits (ik its the show about vampires but not much more than that) and what does it have to do with buddie canon? I've seen you mention it multiple times now, consider my interest piqued

hi bestie, this got long. strap in

you're right, what we do in the shadows is a show about vampires! a comedy to be specific, it aired on fx between 2019-2024 and basically, wwdits was a Very Queer Show. literally the entire main cast was queer in some way. though for most of the series the only couple in the cast was a marriage between a man and a woman, they were both explicitly polyamorous and bi/pan, as were the other two vampires. one of the vampires' human familiar, guillermo, was explicitly confirmed to be gay in later seasons after this was very heavily implied in pretty much every way possible (i was a little bit surprised they still felt the need to explicitly state it, tbh!)

so there was this cast filled with queer characters, and in season 3 it seemed really obvious that they were writing in a romance between guillermo and his vampire master, nandor. from the start of the show there were Obvious Undertones to their relationship but s3 really seemed to be intentionally and obviously be setting up for them to become canon. the official promotional material leaned into it too, and cast members expressed their support of it. i cannot reiterate enough how much it wasn't just wishful shipping, it was literally just the most obvious interpretation of the show if you were watching it with any kind of reading comprehension skills. no one really had any doubts that this was where their relationship was headed in s4. after all, the show has always been completely unapologetic about its queer characters (is any of this starting to sound familiar yet), so why would they have any objections to going through with this gay romance?

well

we never figured that one out i fear but regardless of why it happened, the writers post-s3 started backpedaling. HARD. some viewers will try and convince you nandor/guillermo could have still become canon at any point post-s3 but that simply isn't the truth, it's really obvious that they completely changed their minds and wrote it out of the show as much as they could in the next seasons.

basically the reason why i mention it regarding buddie is bc it was sooooo obvious they were going to go through with this ship and then they still found a way to not do it, even though it undermined the writing of the entire show, even though everyone seemed fully on board with it for YEARS (something that can't even be said about buddie, at least not to this degree).

there was a lot of queerbaiting/ship baiting discourse about it, ofc. witnessing it all did get me thinking about the subject, and my main takeaway from it all has been that the often-heard take of "there's queer characters anyway, so there can't be any objections to adding a main gay romance" is... Blatantly Wrong! of course it's not queerbaiting in the traditional sense, but whatever you want to call it, i do sincerely believe that nandermo being a gay romance is probably the main reason they did not go through with it in the end. even though guillermo is gay, even though he got storylines centered around his sexuality, even though he did briefly get a (non main cast member) boyfriend in later seasons.

the reason being that a front-and-center gay romance would have changed the way wwdits communicated its queerness to its viewers. wwdits, being a comedy, mostly used its characters sexualities for jokes (makes sense, i never had any issues with it, though some people are upset about it in hindsight). guillermo's sexuality was always treated with a a unique sincerity though, and there were several episodes which did focus on it, but it wasn't a massive driving force to the plot the way a canon romance would have been.

i don't think 911 is the same, obviously! it's always, always had a really prominent lesbian marriage at its center, and i don't think a buddie relationship would fundamentally change the way queerness is portrayed in the show the way nandermo would've for wwdits. but i don't think that's the question to be asked here, i think the question is "if the two masculine young men on 911 ended up in a gay relationship together, would this change the way the show is perceived by the bulk of its viewers?" (followed by, "is this change something a network might be hesitant about?")

when buck came out on 911, oliver expressed his surprise that there was backlash against it despite there always having been really prominent queer characters and romances on this show. and i'm with him on that, it is really weird and irrational to be fine with 6 seasons of queer storylines and then get upset when they do it again in a slightly different way, but i also can comprehend how for a certain type of viewer there IS a difference. you've definitely already heard it all before, arguments like "there's already enough gay characters on the show", "buck and eddie are too masculine to be gay", "let men have vulnerable close friendships", etc. etc.

all of this being said i do really Want to believe in buddie canon and i do think it's the most logical interpretation of where the story is headed but like. I've Played These Games Before. on top of that, 911 has a wayyyyy bigger general audience than wwdits ever did, and i would not be entirely surprised if even abc (who have shown themselves to be more accepting than fox, at least) would prefer it if they steered away from what is still a risky decision that will affect the way the show is perceived (while still giving the audience who is rooting for it enough hope to cling to the possibility). i want to believe tim minear returning to the show after (supposedly) leaving it at least partially for buddie-related reasons is a good sign, but unless theyre making out sloppy style on my screen..... i am forced to remain skeptical. and it's all because of the fuckass bisexual vampires.

[ihaveforgortoomany]

Did you notice how Sophia said “Crush me to dust.” even though shouldn’t be any way she should know about the dusting happening from the incomplete ritual?

Tbh for Book 5 and Aperion I am out of my depth here, notice I don't generally post on Aperion but thats just because the math isnt mathing for me.

Yeah this line did stick out to me in that confrontation and I can only speculate was she means here.

The main EP of the patch is "Dust to Dust" so maybe we should analyse the EP songs for better context to these patches? (Like The Salvation generally references the Storm or in Druvis' "Take Me Back To You" kinda follows her resolve back in Book 4). I will make a post looking at the lyrics later at some point.

Heres my two cents:

I don't necessarily think Sophia in the literal sense might be referring to dusting as the result of the Storm ritual but maybe instead the complete erasure or destruction of herself at 37's hands. Once something becomes 'dust' usually this is irreversible, an end point or no point of return.

Maybe we can take the line as "prove me wrong, prove that everything happening can be stopped, prove that maybe things could go back to before". Maybe dust can be interpreted as Sophia asking 37 to prove to her Arcana's theory in a sense (by extension Manus) are wrong, metaphorically speaking she wants 37 to disapprove Arcana's "theory" by defeating her in battle but ofc Sophia after the stage says "these hands were never meant to fight" or something along those lines. She knows nothing good will come out of this conflict and promptly leaves, she cant bring herself to actually see this through because she deeply cares for 37.

Going back to the EP the line "can you free my from this part?" Repeats for Kakania, Lucy, Vertin and I think Sophia - for her maybe this is the role of being an irrational number, maybe she believes 37 is the only one to "free her from this part" by "crushing her to dust", even though we know 37 probably already knew Sophia's number long before and accepted her nonetheless. Again characters in R1999 (at the very least the main ppl we follow) possess tragic flaws - maybe Sophia's devount nature to the teachings and inability to see 37 accept her as she is, irrational number and all, to ultimately 'fall' and join the Manus.

Sophia could believe that only being "crushed to dust" (almost being killed by 37, but this is in an extreme sense) can she be freed from the role of the "irrational number".

Then again Sophia has joined Manus and will appear in the 2.0 story (not spoilers since this is a given fact) so maybe we might be given more context to the line later on.

(I wonder if we might see a parallel scene between Vertin and Sonetto maybe? Maybe at some critical point Sonetto stuck between the Foundation and Vertin may choose the Foundation first before finally resolving to stand by Vertin's side as a true test loyalty. Again speculation)

[seasonalmoss]

Do you think Wooly will eventually snap? Like completely crash out the way Amanda did in the first game or no?

hmmm, it depends? For how I know his character I doubt he’ll snap in the exact way that Amanda does, but obviously they’re just different people. I guess it depends with how the creators expand on his character and how I guess- realistically they want to portray this.

Wooly canonically bottles up his emotions, he doesn’t let himself feels things and represses a lot of how he’s truly feeling. I can get a whole lot more deeper into this and show evidence and interpretations and what not about this but, you didn’t ask about that so if you’re curious feel free to just ask as well! (might take like- a while to get to though)

but people who do this have a higher chance of having a larger more severe out burst that will a lot of the time (to other people) come out of no where. Emotions very much fester and there’s only so much stress you can be put under (bottling up your emotions is very stressful and taxing) until you just completely break. It ultimately makes you more fragile as time goes on. this could really look like anything! Maybe they just start yelling, maybe they start completely breaking down and crying, but half the time it’s a mix of all of those things (of course it’s always gonna be different depending on the person). What ever it is it’s likely to just lead into some kind of breakdown in some manner, or some kind of isolation or poor self care if it gets bad enough and if it isn’t really handled properly.

it’s also important to note that sometimes people who bottle up their emotions just become incredibly emotionally burnt out, very tired and just unmotivated. The stress of constantly pushing down your feelings becomes too much and it takes too much out of you that you ultimately can’t form the energy to do anything else.

you can be a mix of both of these as well! And I personally like to think that Wooly would experience both of these symptoms. He’d reach a breaking point where he just can’t do this anymore, but then afterwards he’d feel completely burnt out. I’d also like to point out he isn’t really the angry yelling type so the way he does it won’t really be an outburst of anger but mostly of tears.

but in a story stand point especially in a story that’s told in such of a way like ATA I feel like we probably won’t get to see the latter half :(( it’s just hard to show things like that unfortunately but as a character I can definitely see him experiencing that.

Ofc there’s more I can say (there’s always more I can say but I can never word it 😭)

But to simply answer your question, yeah! Maybe! Its not unlikely for who he is! In fact the opposite actually! So my answer would be a “most likely yes but I also might be wrong so I’m not gonna be definitive about it”

[ivorymoon3]

I just finished Golden Wind and I wanna dump my thoughts and interpretations here (I haven’t read the manga so I may be wrong). The main subject here is Diavolo.

JJBA Golden WIND SPOILERS

My extremely unpopular opinion is that I don't think Diavolo is in a death loop/pocket dimension (yeah I don't consider PHF canon for this).

In said loop we were shown the number of deaths equal to the good guys he killed on screen (Bruno, Leone, Narancia and Polnareft).

Giorno told Cioccolata that some stand users feel remorse/regret and stop the power they are using on the other person (contrary to Cioccolata enjoying and causing suffering ). At the end of GW, I can see that Giorno feels slightly scared about his power as he also doesn't even know what GER did, he just knows to some extent that Diavolo won't reach the truth and will see no end. After this I can see him feeling a bit of regret, which makes sense since he is also a Joestar.

The truth Diavolo won't reach is killing Giorno because Giorno changed fate. In the KC vs Metallica fight we saw that Diavolo's premonitions could be changed and what he saw wasn't absolute. The outcome of his final premonition was someone dying (Giorno) which GER changed and the outcome was the same, someone died but this time it was Diavolo (pulling the Oingo Boingo card).

Trish could feel he was still alive and around because Diavolo's death and their talk happened simultaneously. He survived GER punches, the current brought him to that sewer. Simultaneously Trish can still feel him alive. Then Diavolo gets stabbed and dies. Imo this is his real death because it is the only death with a follow up which is the autopsy.He didn't drown, his death was getting stabbed in the liver.

Going back to Giorno. His wish when he pierced himself was to stop and defeat Diavolo. We were shown the arrow dropped at the end and, to me, this means that GER reverted back to GE.

Why? Because simultaneously to this scene Diavolo had finally died from the stab. Fate had completely granted Giorno's wish which was avenging his fallen comrades and defeating the boss, causing GER to revert to GE since he wasn't needed anymore. I definitely believe that the death loop stopped there.

I honestly don't think Giorno would cause neverending suffering to someone. It is not in his character. Maybe it was momentarily done to stop Diavolo and made sure he didn't come back but once he was dead for good, it isn't needed anymore.

Diavolo not seeing the end means that the loop confused his senses and he doesn't know which was his real death.

Ofc Diavolo will still go to hell regardless and pay for his crimes and maybe the punishment is eternal suffering but in Hell.

Which is different to his body and soul dying infinitely in other dimensions or as the whole fandom say “any death is canon”.

Again this is only my interpretation and probably my misunderstanding of the situation.

Or maybe.. I am definitely in denial because Diavolo is my favorite character and I feel like no one deserves the death loop. Cioccolata seemed worse than Diavolo himself.

[valentine-writes]

Could you write something about hanahaki disease with Johnathon ohnn? (Could end in angst or fluff either is good :3) no rush ofc, i love your work!!!

choking on flowers.

「 tws + notes: open ended ending, implications/mentions of death (but no Actual Death), unedited, OOC, interpretation of hanahaki may be slightly diff (i haven't heard of this trope thing in a hot min ngl so im not the Greatest With This), pre-collider even though his holes generating flowers is a silly thought which i giggled abt while writing this, present/past tenses are fucked up cuz i changed formatting halfway, angst?? 」

「 gn!reader, (unrequited) romantic relationship </3 」

↳ ft. johnathan/johnathon ohnn

author's note: THANK U SMMM!! (∩^o^)⊃━☆ lowkey 4got thiz thing existed lolz,, and while hanahaki aus are no longer My Thing, i wud b lying if i told u i didn't eat hanahaki ficz up in middle school ＞︿＜!! sooo,, here we go!!! hopefully this is ok,, many apologies for how short it iz aauwgwhwh

this is the third time you've called him today, trying to reach out. the first two times, he had thought he was strong enough to ignore you.

he was wrong. the minute his phone rang out that third time, he practically scrambled over to it just to answer. pathetic.

"you haven't been at work for what,,, almost two weeks now?"

the concern in your voice makes johnathan want to keel over dead instantly– not like he's far from it anyways. he pulls his phone away as he lets out a weak cough. you barely hear it from your end of the call.

"...sick." is all he manages to rasp out, his sore throat preventing him from speaking further. even if he could manage to talk more, he wouldn't know what else to say. how would he tell you? the call ends prematurely. you know you're not going to get more out of him, and he knows that it's better to keep you in the dark about his situation.

to tell you about how his unrequited feelings have manifested into something much more than both of you can handle was completely and absolutely out of the question. how was he supposed to explain he had been coughing up your favourite flowers? johnathan would rather let it kill him.

not only was he humiliated by the sheer intensity of his yearning– he knew you'd end up feeling guilty about it. yet, a part of his heart ached, wishing that he was selfish enough to tell you. maybe seeing you cry over him would give him some semblance of love.

that was an awful thought. he promptly pushed it aside. he'd never want to make you cry.

he could only laugh at how frustrating his situation is. it was inescapable, his fate inevitable and ever nearing– and no one to tell.

he had never felt so alone.

at least i'll have flowers for my funeral, he thought in the deafening silence of his home, finding the energy to let out a weak chuckle over the thought.

–

a few days after the call, his phone buzzed, receiving a text from you:

i'm coming over'

straightforward, at least.

'what if you get sick?' he messages back, trying to generate excuses to keep you away.

you reply swiftly, before he can come up with anything else, unswayed by the idea of potentially catching his illness which, unbeknownst to you, wasn't really transferable anyways. 'we'll wear masks then. omw.'

lovely. you were stubborn as ever. at least you gave him a heads up.

he noticed you made no attempt to keep your distance from him as you dropped off his little care package.

all neatly put into a little basket was some fresh fruit you had insisted he needed, as you rambled over the importance of vitamin c and immune health, a sweet little card filled with "get better soon"s filled by his coworkers at alchemax most of which he knew probably didn't really care all that much, a few packages of cough drops you had been a sweetheart to actually choose ones which had bearable flavours, a blanket, a few snacks, and... flowers.

if you had known exactly what illness, he doubted this choice would have been made. he stared at them silently, finding some sort of humor in the mortifying irony.

-

you said an awkward goodbye at his door, about to turn around and head off– before hesitating for a second.

"johnathan?" the way you looked at him, eyes filled with tenderness and worry– maybe it wasn't so bad after all, for you to be the death of him.

"...yeah?"

you didn't say anything further, instead, choosing to communicate through impulsively squeezing him into a tight hug.

you pull away just as quick as it had happened, yet the warmth of your embrace lingered a little longer, even as you headed out the door. something about you caring so much made it hurt more.

johnathan wondered why you even cared, why you were so persistent about looking out for him– knowing that he'd end up watching you slip away from him again, leaving an ache in his heart nothing could remedy.

he couldn't blame you. not sweet, kind, thoughtful you. he was the idiot, the careless fool who yearned for something he couldn't have.

maybe in another life, he thought to himself.

[ilovelosersandshortmen]

Hmm… I wonder how Todd would react to finding out his plus-sized lover is a mutant and what said lover’s ability would be?

Todd Tolansky Headcanons: Finding out his S/O is a mutant.

First of all, this is my first request and I'm so excited! Please, feel free to ask me for anything you'd like to see! I love writing about Todd. And I hope I can fulfill your request!! So, here is my interpretation of Todd Tolansky finding out his S/O is a mutant!

General Headcanons:

• Just to start off, for the purpose of the story, I'm going to say that the reader has a power related to plants, or something like that. Because honestly, I'm sick of fat people having super powers that just have to do with their weight. I love you Fatgum, but I'm kind of sick of that trope. Sorry, weird rant. Anyways.

• Todd was already extremely over protective. But now that he knows you're a mutant, and that you could be targeted for harassment because of that, he's even more protective of you. Threatening anyone who even looks at you wrong.

• "What are you lookin' at, punk!? Yeah, look away, that's what I thought!"

• "Todd, he didn't even look in my direction"

• He's been bullied so much for his mutation and he would never want you to go through that.

• Anyways, it's from a place of love.

• When you fight back and stand up for yourself, he's extremely impressed and proud.

If you're a member of the X-MEN:

• Although he hates the X-Men, he's willing to make an expectation for you, of course!

• Though he will tease you a bit about being a "goody-two-shoes"

• Also hates the uniforms (because they're ugly) but when you put it on, he's star struck. He thinks your curves look amazing in the suit.

• Definitely checks you out during fights with the X-Men, much to everyone's annoyance.

• There's probably a lot of flirting going on whenever the X-Men are fighting the Brotherhood. He would obviously never lay a hand on you, so everyone else fights while you two enjoy each other's company.

• I can just imagine Pietro yelling at him and Todd completely ignoring everyone else but you. I mean, who wouldn't be distracted by someone as stunning as you?

• He's the type of guy who would throw pebbles at your window so that you notice him.

• Speaking of which, he's always sneaking into the X-Mansion to spend time with you. (Not in a sexual way, ofc). So far, he's hasn't been caught.

• Expect for once, when you were caught wearing his hoodie in the morning. That raised some suspicions.

• For people who can't wear their boyfriends hoodies because you're plus sized (trust me, I get it), Todd would secretly buy sweaters in bigger sizes just to give them to you.

If you're a member of the BROTHERHOOD:

• You have your own room, but you might as well live with Todd.

• He helps you make your own suit and tells you that you look absolutely amazing, no matter what you're wearing! You could wear a potato sack and he would still be head over heels.

• Likes to make fun of the X-Men with you. (To be fair, he would do this with you even if you weren't a mutant)

• Todd can never pay attention when you're fighting the X-Men, mostly because he's worried about you and because he thinks you're really hot when you're fighting.

• Also, this is just a general thing, but Todd would always be willing to hold you.

• "Oh, but I'm so heavy! I can't sit on your lap" He doesn't care. "We can't cuddle, I would crush you!" He doesn't care. He wants you to lay on him, no matter how much you weigh! He likes the closeness.

Thank you again for the ask! (I feel like such a celebrity right now lmao) I hope I managed to match your expectations.

[ray935sworld]

Alright ok, I finally read through your last fic the way god intended (with my full attention, I skimmed it the first time) and have come back with my thoughts and feelings

First off, masterpiece, absolutely wonderful, 10/10 will definitely read it again and again. I am also a sucker for vampires, my dearest beloved troupe. I also wanna mention that when I skimmed the fic, I skimmed all the wrong parts. I saw the line "I thought you were hungry" and ran with the idea that Dani was completely aware of the events about to unfold. Tickle me surprised when I read the ending. But rereading it made so much more sense, and I've learned my lesson not to read bits and pieces.

But I also genuinely love the idea that the sentence "I thought you were hungry" can be interpreted in both ways. It's a double entendre and I love it. Foreshadowing in the best way. And you can view what Jorge said, "Like the snack that you are" in a similar way. I adore details like that so so much. (I do it a lot myself so I gotta point it out)

I also love that you made all the warnings and signs that Jorge was a vampire subtle instead of overly obvious. Because yes, for a person who doesn't even know his bf being a vampire was a possibility, those could all clearly be normal things, especially in these specific. I always like a subtle vampire as opposed to it being kinda overly obvious. Like yes, pls, make it extremely possible for a vampire to completely blend in, it's so much fun that way (but I also know the inverse is just as fun for the author cause it's a challenge, but that's neither here nor there)

My previous point is emphasized by the fact that Dani enjoys feeling akin to prey. Like babes, if only you knew you were the actual prey. And again with the continued double entendres. Truly, they had me screaming cause Dani IF ONLY YOU KNEW WHAT HE COULD AND WILL DO. Like the words "I want you to feed from me" genuinely made me do a lap around my living room cause Dani you are right there. Right there on the tip of the cliff, about to jump off into vampire sea, and oh, was he about to jump.

Also the question, the "Can I?" CAUSE AHHH ofc he asked, but ofc the context for that question wasn't there. I mean I feel like you implied Jorge's vampire switch just got turned on the second Dani said the unintentional consent to bite him so we get this might be an addled brain here for Jorge (and then ofc Dani saying stop being what pulls him out of it again like wow cool thanks, I'm so very normal about this). And Dani's unending trust for Jorge making him agree without even knowing to what. Screaming crying wtf. And the continued trust after the bite WAHHH OMG I HATE THEM. Vampires and feeling so terribly guilty about drinking from people they care about is an idea I hold near and dear to my heart.

(If my partner doesn't tell me I'm their favorite drug, I don't want them)

(Me 🤝🏻 🐢 Feeding your big beautiful author brain with our analysis (although mine is done half tired and right before bed))

Oh I absolutely LOVE it when people come back with their thoughts and feelings. Those are my favorite comebacks <3

And I saw your tags! I was actually thinking about responding to them a little later to "remind" you and maybe hope to get some thoughts out of you, hehe, but I was already SUPER happy with what you wrote then BUT THIS!!! OH explosion! I didn't expect that! Yippieeee!!!! <3

Oh I giggled when I read you skimmed the wrong parts. (I do that too sometimes) And I totally agree. I love the double meanings of those phrases, especially in that context. Like eat me, feed from me, suck me. So making a "misunderstanding" based on that was one of the fun parts for me. It is like the melt between human and vampire because for both those phares exist but mean something different. (and vampire jorge knows them in human context too btw nevermind) I'm kind of a nerd when it comes to analysis and double meaning and all that so it makes me so happy that you pointed that out. And like you said - Dani thinking he's the prey and then he's the ACTUAL PREY. I'm sorry. I know I wrote this BUT THINK ABOUT IT. Half the time I was writing this the concept in my head was "Dani thinks he's getting a blowjob/ eaten out on the kitchen counter... *BOOM* blood lost." I mostly have silly concept that I then write as serious as possible

OOOOH subtle vampirism is sooo good! Don't get me wrong, fang drop and just straight up showing it, hits hard. But I adore hiding it and having a more careful approach. Maybe a little bit insecurity about it towards a human partner? What do you think? I like the difference in it. There's like the side of the forcefully, bloody vampire aspects and the soft, almost silent side of hiding it. And Box mixed together is like AAAAAAAAAH..... And then the fear of being tossed away by their human partner and them being scared. I LOVE THOSE. I really want to write something like that in the 2nd chapter!

Okay *forehead kiss* that's it. I love you. I love it when people point out stuff I implied but not specifically stated LIKE YES. YOU GET IT. HOLY SHIT YOH GET MY WRITING. *excited little girl scream* okay the moment when Dani agrees after the "can I?" is TOTALLY where the vampire takes over. Like before he was already pulled in but then there's no stopping him anymore.

The original version was actually without that. So Jorge starts kissing down Dani's neck after those two sided comments and he just bites down. But then I reread it and especially with the struggles (I had written more fear from Dani in that moment too) it just seemed too much. And it made the trust afterwards seem unrealistic. So it just didn't add up. (I mean obviously the other alternative would have been Dani escaping - unrealistic because of the blood loss - or him being scared but I couldn't bring myself to write that without writing it in one go with them making up and I didn't had the time for that) and I tamed it down and added the "unknowing consent" part to make it make sense.

HAHA SAAAME. Vampires feeling guilty for drinking/ hurting their loved ones vs. the loved ones still loving them and wanting to care about them and still trusting them. I absolutely love this slight self hate despite acceptance for what they are (vampires/ supernatural creatures in general) but they feel guilty for what they are forced to do. And then the loved one juts NOT caring. Like not negatively caring. Caring more in a "I need to know what you are to take care of you" way. It's so dear to me. I need to write more about that.

(me hugging you and 🐢 because it means the world to me and I absolutely love to read people's thoughts cause I feel like you care about what I write and I can yapp some more)

[my-castles-crumbling]

hey cas! just wondering if i could get some advice on how to set politely some boundaries with my friends?

i have a pretty big pet peeve/sensitivity around people saying my irl name wrong, ofc especially if it's on purpose. (i do want to preface this by saying i am 100% totally very white so this is not bc of racism or anything).

my friends and i all have nicknames for each other and mine is literally just my friends saying a misspelling of my name my teacher did on our seating chart once. idk how to tell thm how much i hate it considering their names have literally nothing to do with their actual names (for example, my left-handed friend is "lefty" bc nobody in our friend group knew she was left-handed until like halfway into the year)

i just want to say that the reason i don't like my name being mispronounced so much is because when i was younger, my name was mispronounced so often that i started to hate my name and wanted to change it even though i actually like it a lot.

anyways this was a very long ask for the question of how do i ask my friends to give me a different nickname and please for the love of god stop mispronouncing my name and treating it like a joke? ty !

Hi hon!

This is a completely reasonable thing to ask of your friends! Also, I totally understand where you're coming from- my last name was ALWAYS mispronounced when I was a kid, so much so that I took my wife's last name when I got married to avoid it. Joke's on me- people mispronounce my new last name.

Anyways, I think when you set boundaries, it's important to do it during a time when everyone is in a neutral/good mood, when everyone is able to be receptive (like...not in the middle of class or something), and to explain beforehand that this is important to you. Then, tell your friends exactly what you told me. Tell them that it bothers you because of things in the past, and you would really appreciate it if they would respect your boundary. Try to be as honest as possible, that way you're not leaving anything up to interpretation. If they argue, tell them you get that it's a nickname and it's a joke or whatever, but it bothers you, and you know as your friends, they respect you enough to not bother you. This puts the responsibility on them, and reminds them that being a good friend means not being a dick to your friends lol. What are they gonna do after that, be like 'nah, i don't respect you, I'm gonna keep using the name"? I hope not...

Remember to stick to your boundary and politely remind them if they break it. It's okay to remind someone if they cross a boundary!

Wishing you luck! Gonna name you boundaries anon!