#unhinged right-wing violence

[republikkkanorcs]

[socialjusticeinamerica]

Filthy animal that has no place in American society. A cheap Hitler wannabe resorting to stochastic terrorism.

[weebsinstash]

Oooh Val's uses his coat wings to hide reader away whenever he gets jealous because someone looked at you.

Do you think he would do that to like some of his workers to make the reader jealous?

GOD this immediately makes me think of him doing something EVEN WORSE ACTUALLY

To make him a little more unhinged and sadistic here, imagine a sadistic yan Valentino who will literally bully you to fucking tears and hurt your feelings on purpose because it 'proves you care about him'.

You and him have an actually sweet mutually respectful moment and he says something specific to you... calls you a new nickname or gives you a really specific compliment, and, it also just really makes you all warm and fuzzy. Or there's a specific way he likes to hold you or nonsexually touch you.

Then you "cross him", you two are arguing, there's several days of you basically all but completely ignoring him, and Val's suddenly making sure to deliberately do that same action or pet name or phrase to someone else RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU and I'm talking you're like, IMMEDIATELY SNAPPING YOUR HEAD IN HIS DIRECTION, and he's already fucking looking at you with this shit eating grin to look at your offended, upset expression

Like sorry can you even fucking imagine he tells you something that makes you feel really special in private and he KNOWS THAT and he compliments someone else the exact same way and you're looking at him literally IN TEARS and he's ENJOYING THAT HE'S MAKING YOU CRY

Just.... setting the scene.... you and him have been drinking, smoking, doing your drugs of choice, whatever, and... it's late at night... you guys are completely alone... and you're just... talking. Talking about your lives, about being in Hell, about experiences you've had, and then Valentino just kinda pokes your arm all coyly smirking/flirting like "It's weird but I feel like I can talk to you like we've known each other forever, like i actually care what you have to say and shit"

And then later on he gets pissed off at you (and it's something stupid like he gets jealous of you talking/bonding with another person) and he says that to some bitch that he like BARELY KNOWS, I would be GASPING CRYING WANTING TO THROW THINGS AT HIM like he could have you sitting there borderline suicidal and he's GRINING WITH GLEE, internally cheering "awwww they DO care about me 🥰 they care what i think about them and they're upset cause they think i dont like them 🥰" like some genuinely evil shit

Like lmao I've talked about "what if Reader became the fourth Vee" but I haven't mentioned "what if when Vox goes to calm down Valentino he also has to go to YOUR tower and comfort YOU because the reason you're both upset is YOU WERE ARGUING" (and maybe Vox takes your side more often because, you're his baby duh and you're newer and you probably have a better head on your shoulders than Val)

Vox is going upstairs, finding Velvette, "so, what kind of mess do I need to help clean up today?"

"The two of them started going at it right inside of my studio! Valentino said some NONSENSE to one of my models and then Vegas went BERSERK! Tore that unlucky bitch to pieces and then launched right at that lush, RIPS OUT a patch of his hair, then HE goes into A RAGE, they were both drunk and THROWING THINGS AT EACH OTHER--"

Like just the mental image of Vox having this dichotomy of, dealing with Valentino having his drunken rages where he wants to resort straight to violence, he's screaming, throwing things, and then Vox goes to YOUR section of the place and you're opposite end of the spectrum, crying, I mean ALSO angry as fuck but in a "Val makes me feel worthless I hate him I hate everyone" kind of way. Vox finds Valentino drinking and wanting to hurt other people and lashing out at his employees and breaking shit, and then he finds you like facedown on a couch in a cloud of smoke and booze, crying about what a pathetic worm you are, why do they even keep you here, you don't belong here, Vox probably hates you too- WHICH HE IMMEDIATELY CORRECTS YOU ON BTW

Vox is out here having to baby and infantilize and SCOLD Valentino to talk him down to a normal level and then to you he's like GENUINELY like "nooooo oh my gosh are you kidding, dont say THAT, you're so cool though 🥺 Val said WHAT, noooOoooo, that's fucked up, I'm sorry, I'll talk to him. You wanna eat cereal and watch anime? I developed a new gacha game for you to play, you wanna play while i watch?" like forreal the favorite is so obvious fkcnckcnfb which is also why it hurts extra hard when VOX loses his cool with YOU because who are you gonna run to, Val or Velvette? Oh you mean the catty narcissistic pimp or the even cattier bully of an influencer? I'd sooner double die.

[justallihere]

ABOUT ME

My works on AO3 (everything is rated E and includes sexual content intended for adult readers 18+):

storm in the quiet - Xaden/Violet arranged marriage AU, 169k words, ongoing

(find sitq deleted moments here, here, and here)

simmer - Xaden/Violet one shot, 4.1k words, completed

violence in my veins - Xaden/Violet one shot, 4.1k words, completed

invisible in a violet sea - Xaden/Violet one shot, 2k words, completed

void of all composure - Liam/Violet/Cam one shot, 2.8k words, completed

fluffy tumblr-only ficlet: X

FAQs:

Who are you?

I’m Alli! I’m 26 and I’m a STEM girl by day and fantasy lover the rest of the time. I’ve been reading and writing as long as I can remember, and I love sharing some of my unhinged thoughts in the form of fanfic.

Do you have an update schedule?

Nope. Fanfic is a hobby for me—I have other responsibilities and a full-time job. I write because it’s fun, and in order for it to stay that way I write and post as I’m able, and sometimes I step away for a week or two to maintain my own sanity. Unless I specifically say it, I promise my fics aren’t abandoned just because it’s been a few days without a new chapter. Please don’t ask me about updates!

Can I write something based on/inspired by your fics?

Go wild! Fanfiction is fanfiction. At the end of the day we’re all just playing in the same sandbox, and the tropes and ideas I use aren’t unique. Twist them however you want, and have fun writing your own take on them. If you want others to know where your inspiration came from, you can use the “inspired by” function on AO3, or link back to my fic in some way if you’re posting your work on another site. That can also be helpful for readers to find similar works.

Can I bind your fics?

Yes, for personal use only. You may not commission any third party that would make a profit off binding the fic to do the work for you. You may not sell bound copies of my fics. Everything I’ve written has been done for free, as my own personal love letter from me to fandom. Keep fanfiction safe and legal. And send me pictures—I’d love to see your finished projects!

How long will storm in the quiet be?

Right now I’m estimating about 55-60 chapters—that’s just a best guess, if it changes as we get closer to the end, I’ll update this answer.

Will storm in the quiet have a sequel?

Nope.

Are you going to kill Liam?

No. I promise. I know you’re all traumatized, but please read the tags on AO3. There’s one that says “Liam lives!” and it means he lives all the way to the end and it’s not a joke 😅

When will Xaden and Violet fuck?

Never if you keep testing me. Enjoy the slow burn! I’m begging! (And if you can’t, go check out my one shots. They’re very smutty.)

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[galactiquest]

Feral for affection uncanny vash or knives.

🌻have a good day

Hi there Sunflower Anon! I'm going to call you that, especially if you come back again with another sunflower. Thanks for the ask!!

I've seen the uncanny Vash and Knives stuff blow up in popularity. I Was there. Though sometimes I feel it's disingenuous to call them uncanny--that's our human interpretation of their forms. Maybe something more along the lines of primal? Well, syntax aside, I think it's a super fun idea to lean more into the alien ideals of Plants. I have plenty of my own headcanons for how the two look and operate, but, let's not focus on that right now. Let's just get affectionate!

Vash and Knives x Reader: Affections (Uncanny ver.)

Content Warnings: General uncanny or possibly unnerving content ahead. Features like multiple eyes/limbs/etc. are discussed, and there may be an implicit body horror to it. No violence, though! Just cuteness aside from all that!

Vash

I think Vash is pretty hesitant at first to show you any sort of uncanny parts of himself. I mean, we already know how he feels about his scars--he really doesn't want to scare you off, especially once you two have become close.

But if you can slowly and gently coax him out of his shell, if you can convince him that yes, you'll love every part of him, no matter how ugly he may think those parts are, he'll eventually relent.

And at first, it's just a few features that pop out. It might be reflective, glowy eyes in the nighttime, or fingers that have grown out just a little too long for the average man, or even a few spiny scutes along his back.

Once he's comfortable, though? He lets it all hang out. Not like that--he just allows his true form to come through. And there's lots of limbs and even some sharp edges to deal with... But if you're patient, you'll find he's maybe even more affectionate like this!

Cuddles end up the best because now instead of two (sometimes one, if he has the prosthetic off) arms around you, it's six (more like five!) and you are ever-so-tightly squeezed against his body. He also has a very comfortable temperature, so you never have to worry about being too hot or too cold. It's just right!

Purring. Yes, I know it's cliché, I know that it's mentioned in every imagine, but come on. It's so cute. I don't think it's like animal purring, though, maybe more like an engine. Or perhaps more akin to a larger cat purring. Less cutesy, more... well, rumbly. Sometimes it makes his whole body vibrate.

With his extra appendages, he loves to tickle you. Prepare to be bombarded with tickles. He's able to dance across your skin so fast that you can barely catch him in time to try and swat him away.

Kisses! He tries to be so careful with kisses since his jaw can unhinge and all that. And lots of teeth get in the way. But if you don't mind that... Or perhaps, if you're into that... Well, you can definitely start experimenting. But he's still as gentle as possible.

Knives

Now this is someone who's not afraid to show you their true self. Knives is going to quickly reveal his primal form to you. If you can't learn to get comfortable with it, he's obviously not for you. (It begs the question as to why he keeps a more humanoid form too--maybe it's just easier to get around in human-sized spaces with?)

No matter your initial reaction, I think he's going to make some kind of comment. You get scared? Typical human. You like it? Disgusting. You act as utterly neutral as possible? Don't lie to yourself. There's seriously no winning with him.

But with whatever charm (or perhaps sheer persistence) you give, the two of you are a pair now. And if there's one word to describe how he acts with you? It's protective.

If you two are ever out and about, he's got a sharp, bright wing curled over and around you, shielding from peering eyes. On the outside, it's all points and blades (and knives?) but on the inside, only for you to see, there's some softer, more downy feathers. Just so you won't rust up the blades, whatever you say, Knives.

His conscious self isn't keen to showing affection, but his subconscious body sure is. Expect a few tingly vines trying to wrap around and hold your hand, or a tail-like appendage that rests on your waist/shoulders, or a wing tickling your cheek. He swears he isn't doing it intentionally.

Unlike his brother, he's not a super affectionate guy, as stated above, so don't expect much in the way of kisses. Unless the two of you are alone, and he's in a better-than-usual mood. Then his cravings might get the better of him, and he might just tackle on top of you to bite a chunk out of you--I mean, get a few sloppy kisses in.

Overall? In front of others, relatively distant. Behind closed doors? You're becoming his. Tight tendrils keep you close at night, teeth nibble at the nape of your neck, the sharp edges of leaves or feathers tease your skin but never come too close. He's too precise to actually ever hurt you.

End Notes: I think their "true" forms are something akin to an insectoid/angelic/plant-like mix, where it's sort of indescribable, archaic, tangled and messy. Maybe I ought to draw them and show you all...~

Also, there REALLY need to be more 1998 Knives gifs, or I'm about to pony up and just make a buttload of my own.

Okay, last note. Sorry this took me a while! I just moved back into college and my first week was busy! (^人^)

[comeonamericawakeup]

The QAnon movement is fading away, said Molly Olmstead, but its "extreme right-wing conspiracy theories have gone mainstream." Even Republican elected officials now voice beliefs once considered fringe: The deep state is pulling the strings, elections are stolen by massive voter fraud, Democrats are replacing white Christians with brown immigrants, and violence and strongman leadership may be necessary to save America. A deranged Pennsylvania man recently voiced these views after killing and decapitating his father, whom he described as a federal employee taking part in "the government's treason." The killer, Justin Mohn, complained he was the victim of discrimination as a white man, and called on "patriots and militia members" to take the country back from "the communist, globalist takeover of America" by the LGBTQ community, immigrants, and the Black Lives Matter movement. Sound familiar? These are all ideas espoused by Donald Trump and his MAGA followers.

Not surprisingly, right-wing media depicted Mohn as a nut in the grips of Anon, but he never once mentioned that deluded group, which is no longer very active. In the Trump era, unhinged conspiracy theories have become "standard Republican beliefs."

THE WEEK February 23, 2024

[lazlolullaby]

Where is the Moon Knight AU where Marc and Layla's patron Gods are swapped? and now my brain can't work because it extended into a full roleswap AU?

Layla's father came back from a successful dig with a trove of information and a lovely little ushabti of Khonshu. However, Abdullah is acting strange, talking to thin air, going out at night, researching further into obscure things. The lights are also flickering no matter how much she checks the generator and the wind keeps blowing despite the doors being shut.

Abdullah El-Faouly is the Eye of Khonshu: being banished for so long from the world, the God needs some time to adjust before going forward with his plan of punishing evildoers. (this was Khonshu trying so hard to be like the Ennead, but he could not abandon his nature to protect.) Abdullah ends up breaking the contract and Khonshu leaves the ushabti behind as a token of protection.

(then there is Arthur Harrow, the Talons of Khonshu. While his willingness to perform violence is a boon, sometimes he is too eager.)

Everything is fine for a while, then mercenaries break in to find the artifact. Bushman threatens them. Layla fights and takes down most of them, but her father is still hurt. One of the remaining mercenaries turns on Bushman. (He starts the mission as Marc - but since he can't handle another innocent death on his hands, backs out and swaps with Jake.)

During the struggle, Layla gets shot. Jake gets things done and then scatters. (he believes that he killed her. this has. repercussions on the system.)

Khonshu at first just wanted to revive Abdullah, but at his insistence he gives up being an Avatar so Layla can be revived. "she is going to be angry. You won't be there to see it." "she would have gone after them anyway."

(Khonshu abandons Harrow for this, not sure if it was worth it.)

Abdullah is right. Layla does go on a hunt, now as the Wings of Khonshu. Moon Scarab, to the underworld and the rumor mill.

She's mad about everything. Mad that her father presumed she needed saving, mad that she has to listen to an angry bird. (Rage, though it burns hot, always burns out. It's better than the cold certainty of Harrow's punish before wrongdoing. It is worth it.)

(Layla isn't unhinged, she's just gripping very tight to the hinges, thank you for asking.)

Weeks pass and she finds the last person of the mercenary group. A man cuffed to a wheelchair in a psych ward, sedated.

"His mind is fractured. Broken." Khonshu says. "It could be a fitting punishment, to keep him here. His body rotting while his mind spins in fruitless cycles."

"or he could be very good at hiding. One way to find out."

Layla is an excellent forger - a release for the merc, a small flat and money to keep him in town while he recovers from treatment. She feeds him a lie about being a family friend. There's a flicker of distrust.

"I've got a condition - blacking out, memory issues, insomnia - I'll be up reading all night." He says his name is Steven, but she knows better. "Are you sure you want to be flatmates?"

"I have places to be at night." Khonshu flickers the lights.

"Oh. Fine. Night owl, that's...fine."

"Don't worry about the lights, the landlord never answers the calls." don't mind that she's the landlord.

Her coming home with bruises and cuts. Steven flinches, insisting they go out to get bandages because they don't have a proper first aid kit. The awkward stare off with a hurt lady and a nervous guy VS the night shift cashier that's Seen it All. "bar fight. I won." Layla grins, blood on her teeth.

(The little moment where they're close as he's putting a bandage on her nose and being. so. tender. to someone who's never been more than 'distractedly polite' to him. His face changing to something new, something strange and lovely.)

When she finds him hitting himself, it's not that hard for him to explain. "I don't - I don't know if this is real. Jake is very sure you're dead!"

It turns out after the night of the attack, Jake got them far away as possible. He resolved to become a night driver and Steven to keep house in the day. Marc woke up and realized an alter was trying to build a life and just...let them. Better than mercenary work.

Steven gets worried about his missing time and gets therapy...and the therapist realizes, tells them and pushes them too hard to "come together as one whole"...Jake snaps and he's forced into a psych ward.

They cribbed together some form of communication on the psych ward thanks to a different therapist and the other patients. Marc's immense guilt wanted them to stay. But Jake and Steven wanted the body out. If they spent more time in the ward, they might reveal some crimes and the system doubts that they'll be allowed this level of help in a prison.

When Layla arrived to take them, it was an opportunity they didn't want to refuse.

"We don't want to be one person. We want to be ourselves." Steven fully introduces them after that. "We are the Hippo system! Like the Hippocampus of the brain that works with memory - that's Marc - and navigation - that's Jake!" He spells it out, "He Isn't a People Person Otherwise!"

"Who's he?"

Steven shrugs. "I dunno. I'm just here for general life, Jake is here for protection and gossip and Marc...he's well. Not as social as he'd like to be. I'm not supposed to know about it, that's not my "function", as the doc would say but...whatever happened that made us us was too much for one person to bear. It happened before we met you, so it's not your fault."

Layla shrugs. "What can you tell me about that night?"

"I can't tell you. That's part of the point, us being separate and all."

She eventually gets an answer out of them. Layla also lies and says she wasn't as badly hurt as they saw and shows off her Moon Scarab suit with the healing. (Jake accepts that answer at face value. Steven is a little concerned but willing to let it slide. Marc is suspicious.)

Now with their first round of secrets gone, they feel more at home. The Hippo System settles in as a decent partner in her artifact retrieval - he can put his mercenary skills to a good cause and she doesn't have to hide that burning rage as much. (the rage dims, is soothed and that's not good for vengeance.)

Khonshu starts to intrude, making noises about using the Hippo System as his next Avatar. Layla pulls away, tries to keep them apart because she Knows any more pressure on that mind is going to break them apart.

Wendy Spector dies and the Hippo system is thrown out of balance.

(The rage ignites. She's always held it together - her family after her mother died, her composure when people talked over her and her knowledge of Egypt, her home, now the Hippo system. It's always been up to her and she's resigned and vicious and not holding back.)

Layla makes a judgement call and goes after Harrow alone.

The system recovers. Steven now knows why he exists. He does not flinch from Layla's rage, does not fall for Harrow's twisted philosophy, not like Marc or Jake would. He rallies the system to action, to save the world.

Harrow was able to get dirt on Marc's past and tries to kill him with Judgement, but it doesn't work. He reveals about Khonshu, that his partner is lying to him and it does strain the relationship.

Things follow canon. Khonshu gets sealed into stone. Layla dies and Marc blends in as a follower.

Tawaret tries to ask him to be her Avatar, but he refuses. "Do you know what I did as a child to my brother? What my mother did to me over and over for it? Why would you even want me to defend women and children?"

And he releases Khonshu. "Ah. Big pigeon! No wonder Layla was so bloody ready to be rid of you! Get back to her then! Go on!"

And Tawaret comes back. "Temporary Avatar. I don't want any more voices in my head than I started with."

And he becomes Hippo Knight, because why not?

And they win against Harrow and the cult of Ammit. The system helps Layla stop giving into her rage to kill Harrow. Everyone should be able to choose good or evil.

(Steven kept in contact with the patients and nurses in the psych ward. Harrow is preaching violence again and well. He made his choice. Jake drives Layla over to meet with him. Marc holds her tight.)

[11x13kyle]

i'm behind on microceleb lore so sorry if this has been asked but what's the WORST thing that everybody in this au has done in their Celeb Era?

cartman: honestly the hardest to even know where to START because it’s cartman. he’s done every bad thing in the world. if i had to pick, i’d probably say the unhinged levels of racism and antisemitism! he’s got a bucket list of evil shit to do and tries to check at least one item off a week.

kyle: crucially, the worst things that kyle does are more passively bad. it’s less that he actively does bad shit (besides occasionally dogpiling on 15 year olds on twitter) and more that he allows it to happen by virtue of being part of fireside. he isn’t touting right wing talking points, but he platforms people who do, which also isn’t exactly great!

kenny: he has slept with people while having full knowledge of them having a history of like. violence, predatory behavior, insane fringe dangerous beliefs, etc. and straight up does not care at all about it. he also sold fent-laced weed to 13 year olds when he was like 18-19 years old.

stan: also kind of passive shittiness, kind of like kyle’s, because of the way he claims to support all of these left wing causes and advocates for them for all of five minutes before dropping them entirely out of boredom and/or lack of attention, and that he does all of this while being close w/ people like cartman (who he has also never publicly criticized). and there was also that lady he ran over in malibu in a hit and run a while back.

butters: active selling and trading of nfts. saying horrifically misogynistic shit all the time and publicly shaming women for existing. has had andrew tate on his show and is constantly calling for him to be freed from jail.

clyde: he’s a landlord. and he’s straight. and just generally he’s a douche so i’m sure he was involved in some fucked up lord of the flies esque hazing ritual in his frat in college.

tolkien: repeated instances of poorfishing that he refuses to acknowledge as wrong because he truly does not see anything wrong with it. also he calls his girlfriend his partner in a way that intentionally makes himself seem ambiguously queer.

jimmy: one time while on a mind numbing amount of steroids he beat the shit out of some random dude at a bar. there wasn’t even a motive it was purely out of a love for the game.

wendy: just so many White Feminist takes. wrote an article for vice once about white women existing as their own oppressed class and got a shit ton of flack. she doesn’t actually apologize, just says “sorry if you didn’t understand the phrasing” and doesn’t change anything in the article. she also gets a lot of shit for making a bunch of posts around the time of the 2020 election that suggest that if you vote bernie over warren in the primaries that you are a fake leftist and hate women.

craig: he does a lot of ads for things that he doesn’t use and doesn’t check before hand so he’ll promote things that are actively harmful and/or run by awful people and even after finding out about it he doesn’t do anything or even stop the ads because he truly does not care as long as they run him his check. also every time someone calls him out for some shit like racism or misogyny he’s like. irdgaf. he never apologizes for anything.

tweek: he’s a very paranoid person so he has a bunch of these weird, often tinfoil-hatty beliefs that make him seem unhinged at best and actively spreading harmful messages at worst. tweek hears anything that’s like “this secret thing is trying to kill you and the government doesn’t want you to know.” and he’s like GHHHHHGGHH AGGHJHHHH!!!!!!!!!!! GUYS YOU HAVE TK HEAR THIS SHIT OHHH MY GODDDDDDDDDD!!!!!! (what he proceeds to say has no factual basis but he’s talking as if it’s proven fact)

[worflesbian]

expanding on prev post by assigning the voyager crew a kate bush song each. obviously the whole of the ninth wave is voyager-coded so it'll have to have its own post and be excluded for this one

janeway: all the love is a very janeway song it's literally about pushing away all the people who are deeply concerned about you - 'the first time i died it was in the arms of good friends of mine'. i'm very torn bc there's So many from the red shoes that are janeway coded but i have to say the wedding list is probably the only one that captures her level of unhinged violence like that's janeway when she's out for blood

chakotay: james and the cold gun is about begging the person you love not to sell their soul to an empty vendetta of violence (see above!). i also quite like reaching out as a chakotay song - 'see how the child reaches out instinctively, to feel how fire will feel, see how the man reaches out instinctively, for what he cannot have... the pull and the push of it all'

tuvok: leave it open! it's such a cerebral song but also kind of guttural at the same time? 'harm is in us, harm in us but power to arm' sounds like something he would say to kes about controlling her telepathy.

b'elanna: under the ivy as mentioned but also hounds of love but ALSO love and anger! i can't even quote a single lyric bc the whole thing is So her and specifically her relationship with tom

seven: immediately i think experiment iv but also mother stands for comfort seems very seven and the borg queen and/or seven and janeway. 'it breaks the cage and fear escapes and takes possession, just like a crowd rioting inside (make me do this make me do that)... am i the cat that takes the bird, to her the hunter, or the hunted?'. i also think suspended in gaffa may not be a seven song tonally but it works lyrically for her relationship to her humanity: 'i won't open boxes that i am told not to, i'm not a pandora, i'm much more like that girl in the mirror, between you and me, she don't stand a chance of getting anywhere at all' 'but sometimes it's hard to know if i'm doing it right, can i have it all now?'

harry: i think army dreamers is a brilliant harry song, it's literally about a golden boy dying young because he dreamed of being in the military. from the perspective of his beloved mother. 'give the kid the pick of pips, and give him all your stripes and ribbons, now he's sitting in his hole, he might as well have buttons and bows'. rocket's tail kind of works as a harry and janeway song - 'and it seemed to me, the saddest thing i'd ever seen and i thought you were crazy, wishing such a thing' (tries going out in a blaze of glory himself) '...was it me said you were crazy?'

tom: night of the swallow!! literally about a criminal pilot - 'oh let me fly, give me something to show for my miserable life, would you break even my wings, like a swallow?'

neelix: I actually quite like never be mine for Neelix, it feels like it could be about all the lives that he could've lived, if his family hadn't been killed, if he'd stayed with Voyager and gone to the alpha quadrant - 'this is where I wanna be, but I know that this will never be mine'. also moments of pleasure seems to capture his attitude to life I think - 'just being alive, it can really hurt sometimes, these moments given, are a gift from time'

the doctor: i want to say deeper understanding bc it is about an ambiguously sentient computer program but on a character level i think he's more sat in your lap, which is about wanting to understand everything and being limited by the capacities of your own mind - 'i must admit, just when i think i'm king, i just begin'

kes: I will admit I'm not a kes scholar but I quite like the big sky for her just for the line 'you never understood me, you never really tried' and this idea that she's always looking up for something larger than herself that other people might not pay attention to

[otherkin-confessional]

My heart goes out to my fellows. Though demons are varied, many of us are hunters, or creatures of war. While there are many exceptions, I am not an exception. I am an Imp. Oh how I miss embodying terror and frenzy. Claws sharpened on impossibly hard stone, cloven feet ready to crush. That mouth, like a sharks, but opened as a snake does; unhinging. I miss the spiral horns, as a ram's curling around the ears. And, an oddity to most demons bearing the title of "Imps," large ears in and of themselves. Large, side swept ears, as if you had taken a rabbits and flattened them, like airplane wings. I miss the eyes, the color of amber held to fire... But I most of all miss the frenzy, the terror. To cut, slice, and shred my enemies and prey, to devour them soaked in blood. I miss the speed, and the efficiency. A whirlwind of violence. I'm sure many will find such things objectionable. That is their right. I miss it anyways. I miss the frenzied fight... I apologize for the ramble, for even after it I feel so much weight on my chest.

🌌

[onestepbackwards]

I'm back again with part 3 of the SubMas BeeGearStation Wasp Queen Reader!

CW: AFAB Reader, violence, compromising positions, yandere stuff.

Everything went so fast. Way too fast for you think clearly. The last time, you were cornered by the insane Bee Kings. The next thing you know, you are now holding one of them hostage in your arms in a nelson hold. One of your hands grabbed his antenna, threatening to rip it off of his head.

Emmet stood completely still. Seeing his brother in a hostage position held by you made him feel that he too is in danger. You are certainly not a wasp to be played around with. You are quick and strong, a combination of traits that are present in a professional leader.

A leader. A Queen.

Their Queen.

Emmet glanced at his brother, and Ingo glaced back to him. Both stared at each other for a moment and finally, one of them speaks.

"My Queen, isn't this rather cruel of you? We were just trying to make you feel good. Make us feel good. No harm will be done if you decide to comply. Can you let my brother go, please?" Emmet tries to persude you with his sweet voice, but you are unmoved.

You froze, hand stil gripping Ingo's antenna, ready to rip it whenever there is a sudden move. You firmly demanded for your workers to be freed. You want your workers to be let go right now. Emmet shook his head, looking dissappointed.

"We cannot do that, Queen. That would be a breach in the contact, you know. Now, let my brother go, please." Emmet asked you politely once again.

You riggidly stood where you are, still unmoved. Emmet sighed.

"Alright, if you insist it to be this way." He glanced once again to his brother, who in turns stomped on your foot, making you feel pain. You yelped and Ingo managed to free himself from your grasp. Immediately, you put some distance from him.

Now you are trapped in between the Kings. This made you became even more anxious. You reached for a chair near you and quickly throw it to Emmet. He clearly didn't expect the counter attack, and immediately fell backwards. That'll buy you sometime.

You spread your wings and shot yourself out of the room, flying straight to your workers' part of the rooms. Upon arriving, you screamed on top of your lungs to alert your workers to flee immediately. The doors opened and your workers promptly fly to follow you out of the bees' nest.

All of you are going to escape this madness. All of you are going to survive.

After several minutes of flying, you finally see the end of the tunnel, where a faint light awaits for you to bask in it. You quickened your pace, and ordered your workers to do the same.

"QUEEN! PLEASE DO NOT LEAVE US! WE NEED YOU!" the Kings' voices loudly penetrated your hearing. You felt yourself panicked again but decided to ignore them.

"WE HAVE YOUR WORKER HERE WITH US! IF YOU DO NOT STOP, WE WILL RIP HER WINGS APART!" Their voices once again boomed.

This time, you slowed down and stopped, looking back. Your saw your confused worker, terrified sweat lining her face. She had her wings clutched by Emmet, who looks awfully calm in a situation like this.

Anxiety and desperation clawed your mind. What are you going to do now? You are all so close to freedom. Is there a way to defuse this situation?

You glanced to the Kings, their expression unreadable. There are hints of anger, betrayal, sadness, and desperation coloring them.

Thinking quickly, you decided to lower yourself down to the ground and approach the Kings, silently offering your wrists to them in exchange for the safety of your workers. This action of yours made your workers gasped, as they are now confused. The hostaged worker was finally let go. She immediately flew to your other workers' crowd, searching for comfort.

Your workers also tried to descent to the ground, but you barked an order at them to stay afloat. Whatever it takes, they have to be free from here.

The Kings hummed gladly. They took your hands with theirs, squeezing harshly at them. Unhinged delight painted their faces.

Some of your workers tried to protest, rushing towards you to get you back to them. You shouted them to stay back and to go back to the wasp colony immediately. They quickly stopped at their tracks, and sadly obeyed your order. They do not want this, but an order is an order.

"My my, such charisma your have among your workers there, Queen! You are definitely something, huh?" Emmet giggled darkly.

"Queen, let us go back to our room. You need a rest, that's for sure." Ingo rubbed your hand gently, trying to coax you to his and his brother's room.

You begrudgingly glared at the Kings, but nodded eventually. Trying to stay strong in front of your workers who are looking at your back with worried eyes. They do not want to leave their Queen, but following you right now is not an ideal choice. They are warily watching you as you walked back to the bees' nest with the Kings.

You need a new plan to solve this problem on your own.

-MintyAnon.

MintyAnon comin in with the good shit 👀

Poor Queen, but we love the drama with yandere kings and a Queen who’s still a fighter. We love to see it! Especially the workers still wanting ti help you.

Thanks for sending this in!

[archtroop]

Listen listen

Ppl rly need to know this.

There is a STRAIGHT pipeline from Supernatural to DC, via JA voicing The Bat and Red Hood (and cospyaing them both and making a whole cognitive mess for many fans over this), yes, true, but ALSO, there's a FUNDAMENTALLY EVEN MORE EXPRESS PIPELINE between wincest and all the various batcest ships, and now I'll try and explain WHY.

See, personally, for the moat part, timing was good apparently, for when SPN was ending, Titans (2018) was making its debut. Now, yes, it was controversial, but apparently, I was not the only one who was looking around to see what's up THE DAY AFTER SPN, and this was my gateway.

Well lo and behold, there was a whole fandom awaiting, with lore amass, and so much content going back to the late 30's. What a day to be a alive.

So when I took my first steps back into my BTAS childhood memories, rewatching it, and catching up on comics essentials, I began drawing the parallels.

The Winchester family is a close-knit, secretive, paramilitary, outcast, hunted and a haunted unit. They are socially isolated by their secrets, are extremely dangerous and play on a chessboard all of their own.

The (patriarch-lead) cult like behavior, the generational use and abuse, the possessiveness, obsessiveness, protectiveness, and the overall unhinged behavior, the violence, all come together crashing down on the loneliness of the call.

And atop of all that, they fling around the word family, as if anyone other then themselves have any idea what it means (....to them. News flash, no, their understanding of what is "Family" is by far sideways than any of them would like to even try and unpack. It's just not.) Add to this the unbalanced familial/societal roles they play for each other, rotating the burdens like rotisserie chickens in a hellish stove, the emotional minefield with a side dish of extreme physical proximity, and voila, there you have it, enjoy your Gothic Family and Gothic House tropes. Literally.

All of those, are just right there, same as any disease, in the Batfam.

A paramilitary unit, extremely dangerous, with a Patriarch thy shall not question, with an encompassing reach, sources and resources, who are all playing on a playground out of the societal norm, with the prescribed Lonelines Of The Call, the hurt, the comfort, the myriad of rotating societal and familial roles between them all up to a state of blurriness, undefined boundaries of any at all, be the emotional, physical or otherwise...

The Githic house is LITERAL. The Gothic Family tropes are in abundance, and oh, OH the ultimately TEANSGRESSIVE nature of the relationships of all that are involved.

See where it all goes?

Those both narratives thrive on similar grounds.

And with them all the classics. From parentification to unhealthy coping mechanisms and so on.

How can you not read incestuous undertones in subtext or otherwise, when:

The Head Patriarch took under his wing a child, in whom he saw himself, a child who wasn't exactly a son or a brother or a friend or all of the above or none of the above but mainly was more emotionally mature than the Patriarch at some point and their roles regarding emotional comfort would switch time and time again. Later, he adopts him as a consenting adult.

The second son, who was taken in pretty much on a whim, or worse, to replace the first one who flew the nest (re: first son, to later be proven that him being alone is bad idea and a literal suicide but like that's a whole other deal), THAT SECOND SON dies horribly, later to serve as the Guilt (tm), that second son, after resurrection and other horrors, literally has intimate relationship with THE PATRIARCH'S MYTHOLOGICAL EX, with whom she has a child (and the timing would suggest that child may as well have been in the next room at the time ymmv).

The third son RECRUITED HIMSELF into the cult. The fourth son was traded from one cult to the other.

Son 3.2 is a "daughter" and the only sane person who managed to step out of the cult as far as I can see, not before being sacrificed on the Altart Of The Call and left for dead (narratively speaking).

(And I'm using son and daughter deliberately, because they all fly under the same banner as a "Family", you see where this is all going?)

The second daughter - left one cult and signed up for another, her life and death given to the Patriarch with extreme loyalty.

The 5th "son"? Amassed A FOLLOWING OFFSHOOT CULT before joining the main branch.

None of them is free of this. Each of them hero worships their respective predecessor, and if not the precious directly, then the above him up the chain.

Just look at all of this:

The first son was given and raised by the 4th son. When The Patriarch returned, the first son gave The Child to him gift and bow wrapped. At least he hadn't kneeled and said "My Master".

There are plots like "Mother".

There are visuals like The Batman who Laughs and his feral robins on chains.

There is so, so much ground for any transgression to take place, one only needs to choose.

And, in the end, and I really digressed HARD, I'm here to say, that, whatever grounds sprouted wincest, exist in Batfam comics in abundance and then some, to the point of pipelining the shippers from one to the other and hold.

...and bonus points? The damn variety.

So, hey! Feast upon it, you freaks. Feast!

[republikkkanorcs]

Unhinged right-wing violence.

[secretgamergirl]

Actually, ALL the things you’ve picked up from TERFs about trans people are blatant lies, not just the things from after you caught on to what ridiculous hatemongers they are.

So the other day I saw someone talking about a piece of media that chose to indicate a character was trans by having that character’s bedroom decorated with some trans pride stuff and one of that characters parents’ having a little solidarity pin too to show that we’re going for “cool little fact you might not know” and not “tragic secret” with it. Responses to this had a lot of trans people cheering because hey that’s some nice clear cut representation, in a way that’s both totally unambiguous and realistic, while avoiding all the stupid crap cis people try when they go for positive trans representation like having a characters go around telling everyone their deadnames or casting people in drag or whatever, BUT there were also a ton of people responding to this, and not just bigots either, just absolutely losing their minds and bending over backwards to think of why a cis character would have a bedroom full of trans pride stuff, because the idea of this character they liked and thought was cool being trans just was not compatible with some unexamined BS or other they’d all internalized. So... let’s unpack that maybe?

So, trans people have been around for as long as people have been around. We’ve been over this plenty of times. Have a quick little video of things you can go look up if you need a refresher though.

It’s not impossible that transphobes have also been around forever, here and there. It’s baked into colonialism where like, we have the term “missionary sex” because creepy zealots went all over the world threatening and blackmailing people to only have sex in that position and they call it their “mission.” And there was the whole attempted total eradication of us by the nazis and all. Typically though these seems to come across in this very openly right-wing authoritarian “the very fact that you exist contradicts the collection of weird fantasies I need to believe to avoid the reality where I’m a pathetic idiot.”

In the grand scheme of things, the TERF approach of going “oh I’m actually a real bleeding heart feminist scientist who cares about children and the environment and it just turns out that when you really look at the data that I totally obtained through the actual scientific method and didn’t just completely pull out of my ass and counting on nobody ever asking me for sources unfortunately says trans people are baby-eating rapists with hulk powers who have infiltrating every position of power and influence, honest!” That one’s relatively new.

I’d hope that these days, it’s easy for most people to see through that. Like yeah, the real hardcore fascists will pretend to believe such propaganda is on the level in order to help push through new kinds of discrimination and rationalizations for violence, but anyone with a functioning contest and critical thinking skills isn’t generally too far away from seeing how these people just talk like the nazis they are when they aren’t actively drafting propaganda pieces, or there will be some virality to something like this-

...or this...

... or one of those “Parker Posie” videos where she’s just like cheering at a crowd of armed nazis and encouraging them to go on killing sprees, and when you see that stuff you hopefully go “hmm... maybe the violent people who can’t stop talking about showing porn to toddlers aren’t on the level, and I shouldn’t trust their completely unhinged claims that the trans mafia are kidnapping children and replacing their genitals with grenade launchers or whatever.”

But that kinda relies on “being extremely online” and seeing the weird violent fantasies juxtaposed with the propaganda pieces citing the made up studies and such. And while this is a relatively new approach like I said, that’s relative to... the whole history of humanity. This particular tactic got started around the 70s or so, and back then, you absolutely didn’t see the terrifying mask-off moments. For that matter, you didn’t see the absurd propaganda pieces either. They didn’t really have the means to get those out to the public like they do now.

So the main way people used to get familiar with this sort of thing was, some foaming at the mouth bigot writes their big scaremongering screed and gets it printed in some unscrupulous magazine or whatever. Then some screenwriter looking for inspiration stumbles across that and goes, “ooh, I can sensationalize this weirdness to make this exploitation thriller I’m working on feel like it’s grounded in something,” and tada, here’s half a century of movies and TV filtering the absolutely bonkers propaganda and convincing the average person a typical trans woman is like a linebacker who just busted out of a mental institution treating some weird multiple identities time-sharing a single body disorder caused by Some People Are Just Born Crazy Syndrome who then immediately put on a slinky black dress and started murdering women to steal their pituitary glands to make love potions and maybe also skinning them to make bodysuits, then seducing men so they become gay or something.

Anyway, that’s all exactly as made up as the grenade launcher thing. Trans people don’t have weird brain problems, aren’t sex weirdos, aren’t serial killers, aren’t crossdressers, or any of a dozen other lies that were taught to you as facts your whole life. Please get over all that nonsense conditioning and reach a point where you understand there is no inherent conflict between being trans and being a tiny acrobatic girl with cool hair or whatever. That’s a weird thing to be unable to square in your mind.

[matchmadeinsevenhells]

I saw in your old asks that you love talking about COMW, and I love that fic in all its unhinged glory, so is there anything you wish that someone else had asked about it?

(ask is referring to my dead dove Lucemond marriage hunt fic cut off my wings (and lock me up), mind the tags)

Thank you, Anon! I'm really happy to hear you like that fic, it has a very special place in my heart too. And yes I LOVE talking about my unhinged baby, always <3

Putting my answer under a Read more for potential spoilers/content of the fic:

That is a GREAT question, thank you so much, Anon! I wish I had a great answer.

I can’t think of anything right now so I will give you a lil Fun Fact (™) about writing ComW instead: the chasing and the violence scenes, most of the dialogue, writing those came relatively easy for me—definitely inspired by the show and the wealth of wonderful dd:dne fics others have written, but also because I’ve always liked dark content. 

The parts of ComW however that are the actual sorta explicit noncon… OH BOY did that take me ages. Several times I was very close to resorting to my then-usual “fade to black” because i somehow COULD NOT write on-screen sex. Back then I hadn’t written, much less published, a lot or any explicit fics, so I was having some very specific writer’s block about it.

I did get over it in the end but it cost me ALL the stress.

Oh! And wait! I’ve just remembered that I really liked the whole Targaryen marriage hunt worldbuilding I came up with for the fic. I guess I wished people would ask or gush more about that because I still think it's really cool, haha.

[r0-boat]

I'm back again with part 3 of the SubMas BeeGearStation Wasp Queen Reader!

CW: AFAB Reader, violence, compromising positions, yandere stuff.

Everything went so fast. Way too fast for you think clearly. The last time, you were cornered by the insane Bee Kings. The next thing you know, you are now holding one of them hostage in your arms in a nelson hold. One of your hands grabbed his antenna, threatening to rip it off of his head.

Emmet stood completely still. Seeing his brother in a hostage position held by you made him feel that he too is in danger. You are certainly not a wasp to be played around with. You are quick and strong, a combination of traits that are present in a professional leader.

A leader. A Queen.

Their Queen.

Emmet glanced at his brother, and Ingo glaced back to him. Both stared at each other for a moment and finally, one of them speaks.

"My Queen, isn't this rather cruel of you? We were just trying to make you feel good. Make us feel good. No harm will be done if you decide to comply. Can you let my brother go, please?" Emmet tries to persude you with his sweet voice, but you are unmoved.

You froze, hand stil gripping Ingo's antenna, ready to rip it whenever there is a sudden move. You firmly demanded for your workers to be freed. You want your workers to be let go right now. Emmet shook his head, looking dissappointed.

"We cannot do that, Queen. That would be a breach in the contact, you know. Now, let my brother go, please." Emmet asked you politely once again.

You riggidly stood where you are, still unmoved. Emmet sighed.

"Alright, if you insist it to be this way." He glanced once again to his brother, who in turns stomped on your foot, making you feel pain. You yelped and Ingo managed to free himself from your grasp. Immediately, you put some distance from him.

Now you are trapped in between the Kings. This made you became even more anxious. You reached for a chair near you and quickly throw it to Emmet. He clearly didn't expect the counter attack, and immediately fell backwards. That'll buy you sometime.

You spread your wings and shot yourself out of the room, flying straight to your workers' part of the rooms. Upon arriving, you screamed on top of your lungs to alert your workers to flee immediately. The doors opened and your workers promptly fly to follow you out of the bees' nest.

All of you are going to escape this madness. All of you are going to survive.

After several minutes of flying, you finally see the end of the tunnel, where a faint light awaits for you to bask in it. You quickened your pace, and ordered your workers to do the same.

"QUEEN! PLEASE DO NOT LEAVE US! WE NEED YOU!" the Kings' voices loudly penetrated your hearing. You felt yourself panicked again but decided to ignore them.

"WE HAVE YOUR WORKER HERE WITH US! IF YOU DO NOT STOP, WE WILL RIP HER WINGS APART!" Their voices once again boomed.

This time, you slowed down and stopped, looking back. Your saw your confused worker, terrified sweat lining her face. She had her wings clutched by Emmet, who looks awfully calm in a situation like this.

Anxiety and desperation clawed your mind. What are you going to do now? You are all so close to freedom. Is there a way to defuse this situation?

You glanced to the Kings, their expression unreadable. There are hints of anger, betrayal, sadness, and desperation coloring them.

Thinking quickly, you decided to lower yourself down to the ground and approach the Kings, silently offering your wrists to them in exchange for the safety of your workers. This action of yours made your workers gasped, as they are now confused. The hostaged worker was finally let go. She immediately flew to your other workers' crowd, searching for comfort.

Your workers also tried to descent to the ground, but you barked an order at them to stay afloat. Whatever it takes, they have to be free from here.

The Kings hummed gladly. They took your hands with theirs, squeezing harshly at them. Unhinged delight painted their faces.

Some of your workers tried to protest, rushing towards you to get you back to them. You shouted them to stay back and to go back to the wasp colony immediately. They quickly stopped at their tracks, and sadly obeyed your order. They do not want this, but an order is an order.

"My my, such charisma your have among your workers there, Queen! You are definitely something, huh?" Emmet giggled darkly.

"Queen, let us go back to our room. You need a rest, that's for sure." Ingo rubbed your hand gently, trying to coax you to his and his brother's room.

You begrudgingly glared at the Kings, but nodded eventually. Trying to stay strong in front of your workers who are looking at your back with worried eyes. They do not want to leave their Queen, but following you right now is not an ideal choice. They are warily watching you as you walked back to the bees' nest with the Kings.

You need a new plan to solve this problem on your own.

-MintyAnon.

👀🍿 this shit is honestly so exciting!

Of course if the yan!kings are desperate enough they'll use and do anything to keep you with them~