Thinking about that one time I was chatting with my friend (hii @mungosaur) and we described each other with SMG characters. Basically for example he would assign whatever character was most similar to me in 4 different ways; Looks, Personality, Style and Humor. So, based on who came up the most, here's the SMG characters that are the most Me core according to him.
TQ - Dylan (Personality and Humour)
UD - Jessica (Looks and Humour)
TDIM - Jamie/Kate (Jamie for Personality and humour, Kate for looks and style)
HOA - Clarice (All of them??)
(At the time he had not played MoM or LH)
So yeah. Dylan, Jessica, Jamie, Kate and Clarice ig
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thank you for calling out that homophobic post! can't believe they would block you and then complain on their blog about it being a "flytrap for terfs" rather than acknowledge and address their blatant anti-gay sentiments.
Post in question
Super eloquent response where op examines their worldview and how they might be unintentionally agreeing with homophobic talking points (“it’s Adam and Eve not Adam and Steve”)
Jk they scream TERF!! And pretend that’s an argument so they don’t have to do any self reflection
Anyway, I can 100% believe it, because it happens over and over and over and over. Gender ideologist is homophobic, people call them out, they scream “TERF!” And don’t take the concerns to heart.
And I say, let them. Let them be blatantly homophobic. Let them disregard the concerns this raises. Let them show how utterly unwilling they are to support homosexuals. Let them show how they demand our undying worship and support, yet will throw us under the bus for their own selfish purposes.
Because that’s how people, at least gay people, leave them behind. That’s how we “peak”. It’s how I “peaked”! Literally what happened is I read this essay, agreed, saw the comments calling the writer an evil transphobic terf…and realised that gender ideology and its followers conflict with the interests of homosexuals (of course I’d already been questioning it and seeing the homophobia and sexism. This was just the nail in the coffin).
It’s funny because they lament about how many “cis gays” are “terfs”, but then they pull stunts like this; completely dismissing concerns of homophobia and calling gays “terfs” for either just being gay or for calling out their homophobia/homophobic tendencies. They consistently prove that they are not our allies (and that they don’t want to be), then wonder why we want nothing to do with them.
If the OP is reading this: I am a lesbian before I’m what you’d call a “terf”. All you’ve done is show that you refuse to hear a homosexual out about homophobia, because what she has to say makes you uncomfortable and/or ruins your fun. And you’re one of the many TQ+ people/supporters who act this way, which ultimately pushes people away from your cause, not towards it.
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sevchino req!!! wanna see protective arle to the children please,,,,,,father in action raahhhh
you and me BOTH anon 🥺🥺🥺 ......................
protective || sevchino
cw. none (?)
notes. yeah i like bullying pantalone (and not in a fun way like a bully rahu). sue me. also super self indulgent with no consistent pov dshjjdfhk
"My, my. What's a little girl like you doing in a place like this, hm?"
Estelle hugs the little bear closer to her chest. Her father had told her to stay in the office, but she was taking so long, and it was starting to get lonely...
She lifts her eyes up from the ground to look at the man crouched before her. He has long, dark hair that reminds her of her father's with how soft it looks. He has a polite smile on his face, but it doesn't reach his eyes. And his eyes—something about them made her nervous.
"I'm here with my father," she answers quietly, squeezing her toy. "I was supposed to stay in the office, but..."
The man clicks his tongue. "Tsk. Poor little thing, did your father leave you behind?"
Estelle bites her lip. Should she answer him? Father always told her not to speak with strangers, but it's been so long, and she wants to go home. She knows she'd begged her father to let her tag along, but now, all she wants to do is go home to her mother and Noé.
So she nods, looking back down at the ground. The man sighs, and rises back to his full height. He's tall, towering over her, and the way the lights backlight his form makes Estelle reflexively take a step back. He looks down at her down the bridge of his nose, the silver rim of his glasses glinting.
"Then how about I help you find her, hm?" he asks. "I think I know exactly who your father is."
Despite her apprehension, Estelle brightens. "Really?"
"Really," he nods. His white cloak parts, and he extends a gloved hand to her. But before he can take her smaller hand in his own, an arc of pure, blistering flame snakes around the girls feet, creating a protective, blazing wall. But around the girl, the fires cool, warm and comforting instead of threatening.
Footsteps echo like thunder down the hall, and the man tucks his hand back into his cloak, those dangerous eyes turning sharp, and a venomous grin creeping onto his face.
"We meet again, Knave," he sneers. Estelle turns, and standing behind her, expression twisted into a level of fury she's never seen before, is her father. A blood-red wing pulses over her left shoulder, flickering and shifting in the light. In her father's hand is a mean-looking red scythe, radiating a furious, hungry aura.
"Stay away from my daughter, Regrator," Arlecchino snarls, practically vibrating with rage. She keeps her eyes trained on the other Harbinger as she kneels down, and Estelle runs into her waiting arm. Pantalone watches it all with a deceptively placid smile.
"You know," he hums, "she has her eyes."
Arlecchino glares at him with enough fury to kill a normal man. But as much as she loathes the waste of breath before her, he is still a Harbinger, and Harbingers have always been far from normal.
"Do not speak of my wife," she says lowly, dangerously, cradling Estelle against her chest. Estelle tucks her head beneath her father's chin, one small hand winding tight in her father's jacket and the other clutching her bear plushie. The little thing's fur is slightly singed. Then, her father's gaze shifts from the man and to her, and her eyes soften. "Are you alright, starshine?"
Estelle nods, snuggling closer against her father's warmth. Arlecchino presses a soft kiss to her forehead, then turns back to Pantalone. She dispels her scythe, but it does not make her any less deadly. She considers, briefly, ripping the man before her to shreds; but Estelle takes priority, and she'd hate for her daughter to have to witness such violence, so she turns on her heel and walks away instead.
She will ensure the Regrator understands that her family is off limits in other ways.
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