#vile has the triangle

[genderqueerdykes]

i just think it's soooo suspicious when a white perisex person rants about how the progress pride flag is 'ugly' or 'overdesigned'. i never once heard any of these people complain about the trans stripes being added, but the problems always seem to arise when it comes to the intersex pride flag and the black and brown stripes.

the black and brown stripes always get called "ugly" no matter what and the intersex pride flag has even been called "distracting" "gaudy" and worst of all "an insult to intersex people." like on what planet. i get that not all intersex people identify as queer and that's absolutely fine, but what i am suspicious of is people saying the would prefer to have 3 crucial parts of a flag that represent very marginalized and unseen members of our community removed for """aesthetic""" purposes.

i don't care if you think the black and brown stripes were added to "pander" or for "wokeism". they weren't. they come from the Philadelphia pride flag- Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, United States being a historically queer and BLACK city. this flag was specifically designed by queer people of color for queer people of color:

i wonder why the problems are specifically with the black and brown stripes, and the intersex pride flag. i wonder why those colors, and that flag in particular. you know why. come on, we all know why. if you're legitimately offended by the presence of two extra stripes and a yellow triangle with a circle in it, i have news for you: those parts of the flag weren't made for you. not everything in the queer community is made for you specifically. if you don't want to use the progress pride flag, don't. but don't sit here and attack it and try to justify why you think nobody should use it, because all you're doing is showing your racism and intersexism.

nobody is crying about the trans stripes being there and how those stripes don't represent the entire community. nobody is crying about how the trans stripes being there is "pandering" or "wokeism". virtually nobody is offended by the pink, blue and white stripes, but suddenly when a stripe is brown or black, it's a problem. you know what you're fucking doing. it's vile.

[alyakthedorklord]

Bat Poker Face Training

Dick, Steph, Cass, Tim, and Jason all crammed into someones room, with a kidnapped Duke sitting awkwardly with them, kinda scared.

Duke: “Uh… what’s going on?”

Steph, completely blank faced and standing ominously in the corner: “It has come to our attention that you require training.”

Duke: “Bruce is already teaching me really well-“

Jason, also blank faced: “That’s bat training. This is robin training.”

Cass, carefully but without a single emotion: “Sibling training.”

Dick, face just as blank as all his other siblings: “It’s much more fun.”

Duke, freaked out by the empty faces: “Am I being hazed?”

Jason: “Eh, maybe. Scared?

Tim, not giving Duke a second to reply: “Yes, he is. It’s written all over his face. And while its okay to be scared, sometimes hiding your true emotions in the field is a matter of life, death, and secret identities.”

Dick: “You’re going to be flustered. Humiliated. Terrified. Angry. Relieved. Your vigilante ID dragged through the mud in front of you as a civilian. Someone worried about your civilian ID and you need to keep them away.“

Tim: “Not just as a Bat, but a Wayne. Some dinosaur at a gala is going to say the most out of pocket thing you’ve ever heard in your life and you’ve just got to stand there.”

Duke: “So that’s the reason you’re doing the creepy thing?”

Steph: “Yes Duke. You need to have a poker face that Even Superman can’t break. That even a Fifth-dimensional Imp can’t crack! And that is the purpose of our training tonight!”

Duke, getting the program now: “Okay. I’m ready.”

Jason, allowing a creepy grin to slide over his face: “Don’t be so sure. Because what we are about to show you… it has broken Batman.”

Dick: “Damian is too innocent to see it, which is why he isn’t here.”

Steph: “If you can handle this, you can handle anything.”

Tim, tapping on his computer, chanting under his breath: “the horrors, the horrors, the horrors…”

Duke, terrified of what Tim is about to pull up, on the edge of his seat wondering what on earth can shake the Bat of Gotham, what the family considers too awful for thier arguably LEAST innocent member to see, what vile images he’s about to be shown…

Tap. The screen lights up white.

Duke: “No.”

Jason, grin widening: “We’ll be reading this aloud, for your entertainment.”

Duke, trembling and inching towards the door: “No.”

Steph, vice grip on Duke’s arm: “There’s no escaping it, Signal. This is your mission- to stay completely pokerfaced through Real Person Fanfiction of us- the Batfamily. And co, of course.”

Duke, sobbing: “Please, why… why would you do this to yourselves… oh god, is that… is that… is that Kate with Bruce? She’s a lesbian! And his cousin!”

Steph: “They don’t know that, Duke. They know nothing. And the depths of a human imagination is comparable to the depths of the ocean… there’s some weird shit down there.”

Tim, without a single emotion on his face, least of all mercy: “I had to sit through Young Justice fawning over Dick and Bruce. Do you know what they said? About my own father figure? Right in front of my salad? I was lucky I was wearing a mask. I cried, and I cried in silence. They knew NOTHING, because I showed nothing. This is what you must achieve.”

Jason: “I’ve had to listen to criminals talk about what they’d do to the ‘Prince of Gotham’ and not twitch. I’ve had to listen to both goons and civilians play fuck marry kill with our vigilante identities and not move a muscle. I know this feels like overkill, but trust me, it’s not.”

Dick: “Don’t worry, we’ll keep it mostly PG. Tim? Begin with the wildly out of character and aggressively heteronormative Batman, Superman, Wonder Woman love triangle. Then maybe we’ll work our way up to slash readers and…” shudders in horror, “…batcest.”

Duke: “NOOOOOOOO!!!”

[goteique]

| SILVER SOUL + RAFAYEL. 

+cw. —f!reader, reincarnation au + modern au + soulmate au, angst, yearning, one-sided pining, mature content. hints if love triangle if you squint | +wc. — 1k | +syn.— with that money,power and status your client had you thought this would be your breakthrough after working as bodyguard for a while now but it tore your heart apart instead.

+notes. — i’ll say this again. bodyguard job is no joke. insert that meme of [ “do a bodyguard mission.”they said, “it would be fun.” they said.] | redirect to blog navigation. | thanks to @purpleqilinwrites & @hayatoseyepatch for beta reading this piece.

"I love you," Rafayel blurted out as he stared at the painting, part of him wanted to take it back, but the other half knew it did not matter since you must be sleeping somewhere here in this giant Mo Art Studio, in his home while he is drinking wine from the bottle he excavated from the wine cellar. Even though you should be awake and be by his side, you are not. He is all alone in his studio in the dead of night. His face contorts as he takes a few gulps from the bottle and keeps it on the nearby table. He hates it. He likes the taste. He would probably feel chipper and trippy by now but something happened this morning, something he did not expect, and all of this, this unfathomable sealike sadness stemmed from you. He is the God of the Sea, you can’t hurt him yet you did. Even the moon which was full has now turned into a slice, hiding behind the clouds. Even the moon is afraid of him. He scoffs at such sentiment. 

“Ser Rafayel. . . what’re you—

“Shhhhh!” He shushes you with his index finger over his lips. The sound almost comes as sharp as a whistle. His eyes linger on you, fluorescent it seems under the pale moonlight coming through the windows. He is standing in front of a painting almost five feet apart from you as you stand at the entrance of the studio. There are so many questions you want to ask him. What happened when you fainted? What happened to the gigantic sea creature? Why can’t you remember anything? — but all you could ask was, “Are you still mad at me?” voice as feeble as broken shells on the shore. It took you almost an hour to find him since you could not go back to sleep after what happened this morning. So, you’re not going back until you say your thing. Fuck work. Fuck professionalism. You want answers.

Rafayel turns his head in a flash. Mad at you? How could he ever? He is just . . . hurt. Why you ask? He turns his head back to the painting. He blames himself for the way you act now but he can not admit that to himself. Yeah! He is a coward. 

He did not expect you to be so cold after he saved your life. He hired you as your bodyguard for a reason, diluted the boundary of professionalism for a reason yet you have the audacity to tell him off? You might not remember your past life with him but he does and it is so vivid that it hurts to look at the same face that has totally such hostile feelings towards him. You do not know how many human lives it took to meet you again. Ah! This wretched curse. Humans are such vile creatures and it feels like a silver dagger in soul to have you as human in this life while he is a lemurian. If only he knew the way to make you remember . . . why can’t he just add some memories just like he wiped yours when he saved you from the Deluge Wyrmlord?

“Why are you here? Shouldn’t you be asleep?” you swallow as he questions back realizing how dry your throat has become. It seems that he is still mad.

“As should you be too.” He looks at you, eyes red like running lava ready to swallow lives on earth  with a visible crease amongst his eyebrows. “Ser Rafayel.” you add.

Rafayel walks towards the sitting stool that he generally uses while painting but he tumbles in his way and you instantly run at light speed to hold him. “I’m fine. am fine.” He assures raising his hand in the air blocking your way to come to him for any aid he requires now. 

“Can I ask you something?”

“Anything Ser.”

“Am I that appalling to you? He asked his heart aching since it still beats. The question hits you like a stone on a metal door. You do not. You clearly do not. It is just that . . . at that moment you weren’t thinking straight. You thought he did something to you. why do you think so little of me that you thought I did something to you while you were unconscious?"  

Your lips part for a second trying to form an answer that could ease his soul, soothe his mind. The answer is nothing but silence frustrates him to the point that he leaves his seat and stands up. You scoot a little closer fearing he would tumble again. Even though you emptied the wine cellar he managed to find one bottle. He must have a secret place or something. The state he is in, you think, Rafayel is going to forget all these what is happening right now. So, gathering all the courage you had left in your body standing as close as possible to him so that you can catch him if he falls. "You don't have any idea what you're doing to me." The amount of slur in his voice and the way his feet are wobbly he is gonna fall any second. . .and as you expected he falls like a withering petal in your arms. With utmost ease, you jock down on the floor. There is still a little bit of consciousness in his body but not enough to reject your help as he did just a while ago. 

He lulls into slumber with his head lying on your lap as he mumbles being under the influence of alcohol. "I'm in love with you," He snuggles more into your lap like a cat; so much for being afraid of them. "I'm in love with you and it sucks because I know you'll never love me back. Not in this life." As you hear his even breathing followed by slow purrs. You poke his cheek a little. He is asleep. Ah! Perfect timing.

[olligociarts]

Usually I wouldn't post here but this is where I have the most followers so rip, oh well. Updated Yharim design. Design thought process detailed below.

The first thing I wanted to do with Poly's original design was fix the helmet. I wanted it to look more draconic looking but still retain the iconic front piece, which sucks because in practice covering your eyes seems dumb but the armor is probably fitted with cameras for him to see anyway so whateverrrr The flat front piece had to go, it's impractical. Helmets are rounded or angled for a reason and it's to glance off blows to lessen the impact of force. A flat plate like the old design would just snap Yharim's neck if he gets punched in the face. Triangle (and Stip and Cei as well) was super helpful in helping me nail down a good design for the helmet. The clawed feet and hands also needed to change as well. I kept the claws on the armor because it's a relic of my recent design process and also it just looked cool, but it gives Yharim more range and grip. Finally, with Bird's help, I got to layering his armor to look more like scales. I added Auric boosters to the back and gave him a double belt reminiscent of Ganondorf's designs, though the belt itself is closer to Mega Man X8's Vile/Vava design. Which I mean makes sense because I grew up on Mega Man and 80% of my art style is a relic of that. Yharim also got chunky as well. All that armor probably has to weigh on him and I never liked the skinny twink Yharim that most people did and what Poly's design was. Making him look like he could Senator Armstrong shoulder tackle you into the next century was also what I wanted as well. We'll revisit the design when we start to work on the Aerie to see if it holds up, but for now, updating the old design was just something I wanted to do on a whim.

[ozzgin]

Can I have Yandere Ben Drowned with Reader as powerful Eldritch being like Nyarlathotep, Hastur(it’s ok if you don’t know them, if you don’t know them, then a reader who is powerful being like Bill Cipher instead.) A reader still loves Ben so much after all.

I have no idea who Bill Cipher is (Google shows me a funky triangle), but if you want Lovecraftian horror you’ve come to the right place! I mostly read Gothic fiction so I’m very excited to see familiar names pop up in my requests. Thank you for the prop.

Yandere! Creepypasta x Eldritch! Reader

Featuring Ben Drowned and an ancient reader of cosmic origins. Abstract romance.

The world is a disorder of matter and antimatter that has come together through analytical laws of unknown origins. And yet somehow, throughout this chaos of slithering threads and tentacles, one path in particular has led him to you. The Dweller of the Depths, The Devourer of Space. Surely the Universe could not have conceived such fate out of a mere string of coincidences. Perhaps your hand crept its way into the mechanisms of the world itself to force the necessary arrangements, but Ben lacks the very fundaments to even begin to imagine such a process. His existence is a brief flash of light compared to your seemingly eternal linger.

(Y/N). That’s how he’s known you ever since your encounter. He quickly learned, however, that your name stretches and turns and rolls so differently out of the tongues of many mortals and creatures. You have many names, some so old and ancient that even you have to ponder their veracity. He has never questioned your origins and would rather not delve into incomprehensible cosmic history. Would having all the answers change anything? Not at all. He’s known it from the very beginning. The instant he laid his eyes on you and his blood froze in place - as if his very tissue became autonomous and cowered before your presence - he knew. He was immediately enraptured by your blasphemous, boundless being. From the nethermost bowels of the Nameless Mist, your vile essence leered down at him. He was overwhelmed, nauseous with unspeakable terror, fear and … love. Adoration. Obsession.

And so his purpose was rather clear. What greater cause could there be other than serving you? In his most feverish dreams he wouldn’t have dared to hope for your acceptance, and yet you welcomed him with open arms. You’ve had many servants and followers, prophets that wandered the world to warn of the mythical horned beast. All dull theatrics that bored you greatly. You hold no interest for perishable humans. Ben, on the other hand, caught your attention quite rapidly. A smudge in the orderly principles of reality. A spontaneous glitch of Earthly origins that alerted you out of your slumber. What could have caused his birth? The novelty of this mystery amuses you, so much that you’ve decided to keep him by your side.

An abyssal creature of forgotten genesis and a digital entity of unexpected source. Perhaps this bizarre partnership will eventually sneak its way into the forbidden Necronomicon for the future generations to uncover. Although Ben is more concerned with ways to profess his undying dedication to you. He might have walked these realms for a much shorter time, but he has an eternity left to catch up. As long as he’s blessed with your presence, everything else becomes trivial. He has found his reason to live and he will cling to it forever.

[iwaasfairy]

┌─ “ ! „ TWO OF CUPS .03.

tw. incest, dubcon, peeping, creampie, coercion/emotional manipulation, unintentional voyeurism, jealousy, angst, love triangle wordcount. 5k

part 01 part 02 part 03 part 04

a/n. she's hEREEE she's here the emotional baggage fuckery is back finally!!!! aaaaahhhh yes i finally got off my ass and rewrote and finished part three thanks you so much to @seijorhi and @darlingsanzu for betaing and sitting through my insufferableness about the itoshi sibs i juST ughhhhh!! i hope you like it and yes there will be a part four which should be the final part and yes i will try tofinish it soon-ish <333

itoshi rin x fem!reader x itoshi sae

The picture is a little creased, faded with time, but it’s still visible enough to keep. It’s more valuable than a digital copy, in this case. Because there’s an obvious scratch right over Sae’s perfect smile that gives Rin every reason to want to grin back. At least the wear and tear of the universe is on his side this once. You’re adorable in your matching jersey, little toddler hands sticking out of the arm holes as you’ve wrapped yourself around an equally small him.

Nostalgia isn’t a feeling he wants to linger in much though, because even on an innocent reflection of the past like this one - where Sae is throwing up peace signs and dribbling a ball as the two of you watch enchanted - there’s a treacherous truth displayed.

As he’s holding you, his only baby sister, in his arms, he stares at the ball; the talent, the glory, the unequivocal challenge, and you; you’re watching Sae.

It’s how it's always been, and with a bitter swallow, Rin has to wonder if the way he always trailed two steps behind will be how it ends. If he can’t keep you, if Sae really does take him up on the threat to steal you away from under his nose, would you struggle? Would you even understand if he explained it? Somehow, he doubts it. Somehow, he thinks that you don’t see anything wrong with the fact that you whisper Sae’s name in your sleep.

No simple scratch over Sae’s smile on a childhood picture is going to stop you from loving the guy. And worse still, it isn’t even his picture. It only reappeared in the house when Sae came home to stay with you, creased, cherished, and though Rin isn’t sure if Sae is even capable of true feeling for anything that isn’t himself… it looks loved.

A better man would take that as a sign to back off, maybe. A better man wouldn’t drag his little sister out of a shared bed and strip you down to nothing, pretending to be a helping hand. Kiss your lips, play with your fingers until you give him the first real smile of the day. Hopeful, and deeply, truly forgiving of his every flaw. It’s everything he isn’t. Instead he is towered over you with one hand on the granite tiles with his body just a few breaths from yours as you hum a little song. The showerhead is big enough to have you drenched, and him close enough to have the steam and heat of the water drawing random swirls along his vision, breathing in, breathing out. The heat of the air clears his lungs, but nothing takes the sticky, pressing feeling on his chest away when you’re this close. Breathe in, halfway out as you clear your voice.

“Do you think Sae will be allowed to stay a little longer, nii nii? I know he’s gotta practice, but—” The sound of the shower drums away the rest of your question. Water runs from your neck, along shoulder blades down the line of your back, and he wants to groan and grunt at the way your butt almost brushes his fucking cock. It’s ungodly. It’s vile, and maybe if you were any less trusting, you could feel the way his eyes roam when you tell yourself ‘no looking’, or how his waist ‘accidentally’ brushes up against you almost every time. You’re none the wiser, though, that’s the problem. “Rin nii?” He looks up from your steamy, perfect fucking body that’s chubbing up his cock to lean his chest against your shoulder as he grabs the shampoo bottle, and gives a faint hum to signal hearing you.

“It’s just been so long since we were all together again,” you breathe then, and hum so softly, encouragingly, as his long fingers find your head to slosh the artificial fruit scent around your scalp. Another little noise has his lashes fluttering, sliding his other hand down your neck to take a solid hold of your shoulder. And then a puffed breath, as you turn halfway towards him and make him catch a flash of your perfect fucking tits, to make matters even worse. Truly, you must believe him to be a saint, he thinks as all his muscles flex and unflex. He’s so wound up with Sae being around to ruin it that he can barely stand looking at you without wanting to grab his cock and pull until he sprays cum all over the swell of your ass. “Ahh, that feels- ah- really good.” He can’t help it. Nothing makes the longing go away.

“Thank you for taking care of me, niichan… I- I don’t like being alone.”

Dead silence. He needs dead silence to get over your unapologetic admiration. To be locked up in solitary confinement and have a metal rod jammed through both ears, probably. Rin swallows the thick feeling on his tongue to the best of his ability, watching the soap run down your hair, before ever so gently leaning in to press a kiss to your cheek. And one to your jaw, and neck, and then the crook of your shoulder. Forget about anything else, his brain blares, forget about — his voice cracks when he calls your name and wraps a lone arm around your stomach to stop you from moving. “You know I love you, right?”

You seem similarly frozen in time for a few tense heartbeats, water rushing along your face and making every inch of you glitter under the lights. Before you wipe your eyes and nose, and nod. “I know. I love you too, nii nii.”

Your lashes are dark, long, and too wet. And your lip bobs up and down a few times as you go to smooth your hands down his chest, and Rin can’t fucking help it— think that you’re looking through him. There’s a commotion outside the hall before the way you look at him can be addressed. The door creaks as it opens, before footsteps make their way to the bathroom and there’s a little knock. Sae’s voice is low and sleep filled as he calls out your name, and you pull your hands away from Rin. Leaving your touch to burn long after it’s gone.

“Are you in the shower?”

“Mhm, I’m almost done.” He doesn’t want to look at the way you fidget, and draws his hand back from it’s steady position on your hip to grab some soap.

Sae’s irritating mockery of a voice is strangely gentle when speaking to you, and he imagines his brother leaning against the door as he talks. “That’s okay. Want me to join you?” Rin almost chokes on it. You don’t hesitate to hum, and play your fingers along your hand palm.

“If you want to. Rin’s in here too, so there’s not that much room, but-” The sharp snort from beyond the door cuts you off, but Rin would overlook that any day if Sae would just keep his damn mouth shut. As if he’d ever be that lucky.

“Ah, I was wondering where you went. You’re showering with our little sister? Fucking pervert.” The cold laugh only makes his eyebrows lace together harder, as his jaw clenches hard. The irony is lost on you, of course, because you look at Rin with a little head tilt. And try to shy away from him when he grabs your hand to lace it together. “Well, let me know when you’re done. I need to head to the store later and I wanna shower first. Hurry it up.”

+

Adrenaline pumps through his blood as he wipes some of the sweat of his brow. The short blades of grass crunch under his feet, and the ball flies - as usual - in a perfect arch towards the one corner of the goalpost, heading home. The field’s otherwise abandoned, and the cold sky makes his puffs of hot breathing into little clouds that linger before fizzling into nothing.

Only the bright white of large led lights, and to the side, you. You’re buried in his jacket, hands deeply hidden into the oversized pockets as you walk from the boundary lines towards him. “Nii nii!” Your voice bounces around the space overzealous, and it warms his face instinctively. It’s entirely too domestic. As he leaves the spare balls to jog up to you, his stomach flips. It’s down season, so really, this should be his rest time. But he’s been… unusually agitated, for lack of any better way to describe it. Days seem longer when he can’t even get close to you without receiving a sneer or a disbelieving chuckle from some corner of the house.

Your shared house, of just you and him. Sae doesn’t care nearly enough about what should be the consequences if it were anyone else. He could just kick him out, if it were different. But sadly, you’re not anyone else, and you’d sooner bend yourself into impossible shapes than willfully ask your other brother away. It’s not like he’s being more distant for the redhead’s sake. No, he wants to let out a dry chuckle at the idea, anything but. If it was up to just him, he’d let Sae rot in his sourness and implications. It’s only out of necessity, because you care about what Sae thinks of you. And the guy fucking knows it.

Rin instead takes in with a tiny smile how you’re dressed entirely in his clothing, like you’re some cheesy couple, unwilling to be separate people from one another for even a second. It calms the possessiveness enough to pull you into him when you reach him, two hands full of ass as he makes you wrap your arms around his neck and picks you up against his sweaty body. “Mhm, you look cozy.”

Your mouth quirks up before you giggle, and let him bury his face into the side of yours.

He kisses you, leaning down into it before you can say another word, and you giggle an embarrassed little ‘Rin’ into his lips before pulling away. But his large hands are still holding you off of the floor and forcing you into another hug, and you don’t struggle much against it anyway. He should really be more embarrassed. About the way his lips long to slot over your pulse point and bathe you in possessive kisses that leave the deepest marks. After just a few kisses along your neck you pull back and mumble something about the tickling, and then land back onto the ground when he puts you down.

It’s second nature for you to attach yourself to Rin’s body when looking up at him and to wrap your arms around his waist, and in turn, he does his best to keep his eyes from wandering too much. “It’s cold, why’re you out here? Watch niisan play?” Your fingers squeeze before you breathe, and your smile slips just a little. Obvious.

And whatever sort of look must come over his face has you grabbing him a little tighter, keeping the hug going. He doesn’t want to think about the millions of times he’s demanded it with so much unveiled disdain that you’re always trying to soothe him. He doesn’t want to think it, but for some reason- it still pops up into the back of his head. You nuzzle into his chest, hope the warmth in your eyes sinks down into his bones. But the moment can’t last, and you eventually open your mouth to let out a slow mumble. “Sae nii wants to take me to some new bar in Kabukicho. I’ll be back soon though.”

Though his mouth tugs down, he lets out a hum, and a dry, non-amused chuckle follows. “Yeah. Do whatever. Sae’s only here every so often, right?” He turns to get away from the way your face falls, unable to help it. Rin rolls his tongue around against the roof of his mouth. Like taffy, the jealousy sits in his mouth and sours a little further each time he swallows. It’s a special kind of torture.

You try to help it, as always, sewing the tearing edges together as best you can. But it’s no use. As long as Sae keeps winning, Rin will keep fighting back. That’s just the way of things in the Itoshi household. “You can come with us, nii nii,” you pout into the dusty clouds of breath that covers your face in fog. But the noiret stands fast. Pride is an ugly thing when it gets broken. It now winks at him each time he walks around in his own house. Try as he might, he can’t escape you. And though your eyes might flick towards the eldest for guidance, he knows it’s only a matter of time before Sae runs ahead again and leaves you stranded in his wake.

From somewhere on the parking lot, an expensive car roars and flashes it’s lights to call for attention. Your shoulders square as you hide yourself further into his puffer jacket, and your long lashes seem to plead with him. “Rin nii?”

“I have to practice,” he mumbles back, and drops the ball onto the curve of his foot to set it into another long arch across the field— anything to keep himself from having to look at your face as it falls. “Get home safe.” You take a shuddered, little breath, before your shoulders fall and you turn to make your way back to the sideline and past it. He feels bad, sort of, but tonight is a little rough.

He wants to just play out here until his toes and fingers go numb. He doesn’t want to see how your eyes shine when Sae gives you a sliver of attention, when his own betray him as a man who spent most of his life loving you. Surely he has more self respect than that. 

+

There was always something selfish about it. About the way he would run ahead, hogged toys and attention, and cherished himself. A greedy, unrelenting draw towards success, whatever that even meant when he was 6 and beating everyone around him in athletics and running them off his tail faster than people could wish to admit. A monster of ‘natural talent’ that called his name from the quiet confines of the spotlight, and for good reason, he was more than glad to shake hands and let it run wild upon his life. That selfishness wouldn’t be pushed aside for anything. Or anyone.

It was only an unfortunate consequence that you and Rin had to come after. Sae didn’t start out trying to antagonize anyone. Despite that — time changes things. Fractures once familiar memories. Unties knots. He might have started out not trying to antagonize Rin, but he isn’t stupid. Sometimes it feels like that’s all they’re good for now. If not for you. Their smallest, trying to glue the shards back together again and again and over again.

It was always that way. Their little fixer, their little cheerleader. The favorite bench warmer, or something like that. Rin sets alight at the core when he looks at you, and he’s not exactly good at hiding it. The only reason your parents didn’t see it was a plea of sanity, and a little bit of delusion. How do you make peace with the fact that not one, but all of your children have crossed opposing wires in their brain? That your pedestal-raised, untamed prizes of offspring have taken to tying the last remaining semblance of normalcy to their own side with diamond chains. It’s only a matter of time before one of the chains gives out, and the perfect, little family shatters.

The fan buzzes with a soft hum that has him glancing over his shoulder at the side of your face, cheeks soft and long lashes hiding admiring, unrelenting hope in your eyes each time they find him. No, Sae isn’t stupid. He knows that you call him much more often than you’re willing to tell Rin about, and that you like it a little too much when his hand slides down your spine to pull you into him. He knows that you don’t just look at him with a platonic appreciation. And that it’s as much his fault for letting it get this far as it is yours for pining for something that wasn’t meant to be yours. But that’s what happens when big brother becomes an unattainable standard that parents set, isn’t it? You find ways to close the gap.

Your unconscious way of closing the gap is to place yourself on the edge of his bed and talk, talk until you can’t talk a second longer. Usually until he shuts you up by wrapping his arms around you and kissing you until you run out of air in your lungs to make it a second longer. That’s how it started, all those years ago. A sleepless night of sudden, self-shattering doubt, where he’d snuck across the hall in the comfort of twilight. And settled for a soft, misguided kiss; just to prove he could.

And you being you, had looked at him with those big, clueless doe eyes and hadn’t peeped a word about it— because who are you if not undyingly loyal to the worst of the worst. Sae doesn’t get it. But it seems he is, at heart, exploitative by nature, right? Why else would one kiss have turned into two, and then many, stuffing his insecurities deep within his little sister until she breaks first.

Your cheek is rolled against the couch now, and your legs tucked close against him as he watches a rerun of another old match, but it seems that tonight, something’s different. Ever since he stole you away from Rin yesterday, the guy’s been unapologetically standoffish. And now you’re unusually quiet. Or, not so much unusual as uncomfortable, and making it unable to ignore it. Sulking and sniffling in the crook of your elbow with all the poise of a third grader.

His face turns to regard you, and he clicks his tongue. “What’s the problem?”

You don’t speak for a moment, but eventually have to give in to the unfailing stare burning a hole between your brows. Voice soft as it lays open the groundwork, and suddenly Sae’s throat closes up. “I miss Rin nii.”

The house is too quiet.

+

The thumping of the headboard is sort of unbearable. Cold and cruel and too noisy even for him, but it’s nothing compared to the thrill he feels singing into his blood as your eyes are closed tight, cheeks and ears burning with heat, and tears suffocating most of your cries for the low, clueless way you mumble his name. In some ways, he had wanted to do things differently. If it had been possible to contain his temper for once in his life, maybe he would have liked to try to make you happy with a gentle kiss and an even softer admission of guilt.

Apologized for fucking you up the way he did. Take responsibility.

The way he’s got both your wrists in one hand and his other on your throat isn’t gentle or soft. But Sae isn’t exactly one to look a gift horse in the mouth either. Your thick pearls of tears down your temples are enough to have him gritting his teeth and letting his hips connect yet again with the skin of your ass as he slots himself right between your legs. “Niichan, Sae niichan~” you whine out so pitifully below him, gasping and squirming and grabbing at his shoulders.

He grunts. “I don’t want to hear it.” You look like you’re not sure whether to beg him to get closer, deeper- or to drag your nails down his face- and the look has him biting his bottom lip so hard it soon tastes only of copper. Eventually though, a thought makes it through the squeezed opening of his throat, and he grabs your face to aim it at him. “You got some fucking nerve. It— Rin didn’t care about you until he realized that I wanted you. I was the one who cared first. Me.” He doesn’t recognize his own voice as it comes out raspy and only interrupted by his own hysterical heartbeat, and he stares deep into your matching irises again. “Me. Say it.”

Your mouth twists into a thin line, wobbly as his cock slides between soft lips and makes the wetness squelch between your bodies. His sweat beads at his hairline, and your nails dig deeper into his shoulder. He ruts himself deep, with a steady rhythm that rings through the house and makes your legs shake. Eventually you crack a little when he pries your chin from the way you hide it into your shoulder, and kisses you hard. He means it though, through teeth and spit all the same. “Sae nii- iichan,” your voice breaks when you mumble it, and a trail of silver runs along your temple. You still try to pull out of his white knuckled grip, pouting. “I don- I’m sorry, I’m really sorry. I just meant that- I- didn’t want to m-make -hick- Rin nii upset. Let go of me.”

“Why should I?”

He holds his steady thrusting for just a moment to regard you seriously, and watch the way the heat in your face swirls all around. Lips plump and parted, sweetened by his mouth. Skin sticky, your pussy leaving glimmering slick all over his thumping cock. You don’t say anything, and he moves instead to rub your puffy clit under his thumb with too much precision. It makes you squirm, and makes you pant and whimper. You don’t like to face the facts, don't like it when he calls you out for it. But as much as you can’t tell him no with his hands on your body and your tits in his mouth, he wants to hear you say he’s the favorite sibling.

His voice is a little gravelly still when you whine his name and he shuts you up by burying his cock to the hilt into the hot clutch of your tight cunt, and licking along your tongue. “You love me. I know you do.” It’s about the one thing he knows for sure about you. His neck burns when your hand slides along it to tug through the shorter hair, and whine against his mouth and nod.

“I love you, Sae niichan. L-love -y-you.”

With a short chuckle he pulls back, eyes wide and feeling a little too hysterical, just as fired up as he is on the field. Maybe even more. You’d deserve that much. His throat is dry as he slides the head of his cock against that spongy part of your walls and when your eyes flutter hard, grabs your tits too. Your knees land by your shoulders as his balls clap against your ass and you look so pathetically at his mercy, a little sister cunt just for him. Your crystal tears roll over in bunches, as he jackhammers his fat, hot cock into you. Until your eyes roll and your toes start curling into the blankets. Only then does he allow for the way you clamp at him to get pulled a little tighter, a little softer.

“Cumming? You’re big brother’s favorite girl, mhm-” he grunts, red hair sticking to his forehead, as he leans into the embrace just enough to fuck with heavy thrusts into the tightness of your hot pussy until it starts spasming around you. “Best -f-fucking pussy around. No one does it like you, ‘mouto.” He only notices there’s a tear when it tickles his collarbone on the way down, and no, no— he’s not crying over this. Not as you stare up at him through almost closed eyes with a hung universe in your eyes. Fuck. He hides his face into yours by crashing his lips to yours and letting his tongue swallow all of your moans and noises until you start really shaking, and clamping your legs around his body.

You cum with Sae’s tongue down your throat, and his arms burn as he lifts himself up from your body to fuck though the incredible feeling of you clenching down on him hard enough to black him out. It hurts how good you feel, before his hips automatically speed up with each noisy ‘pap’ to chase his own orgasm. “Niichan, niichan, y-you c-,” you break yourself off with a high pitched aftershock, and tug at the hair still locked between your fingers, “feels- so- g-gud- niichan!

“F-fuck, I-ugh.” His cock is so hot as he spills white ropes of cum into your dripping pussy before he even has a chance to think about it, pulling out halfway to spurt the rest of it between your legs with a rasped swear, before collapsing to your side and beaming in the sticky heat of the room. “Holy fuck.” Your arms wrap around his stomach and you bury your face into his side, and for a moment, he even allows his arm to wrap back around your shoulders. Because you’re good. You’re so good to him.

He doesn’t know how long you lay with him, but eventually the shallow breathing and soft touches cool, and when they do— he feels numb. The hot-headedness is gone. And with it comes the ice-cold realization that he’s gone and done it now. Your cheeks are still warm against his chest, and you shiver a little when he sits up. He hums. “Y'kno, this is a pretty nice guest room, but I’m kinda missing my own bed.”

A small frown digs itself between your brows on your pretty face. Your hands go for the blankets first, cover yourself up a little, and then you follow the way he sits up to shake off some of the daze. And his heart beats hard, too hard, when he slides off the side and your unsure look turns into a pout. “Sae nii. I-”

“Help me find my boxers.” The clamminess of the room is too fucking much, you have to understand that. The soft shuffle isn’t enough to ignore the way you’re burning holes into his skin. So he shrugs it off and picks a new pair out of the dresser instead, putting it on. And for a moment it works. Pulling on a shirt, sweater and some sweatpants is enough to clear his head just enough to toss you a bottle of water. You don’t catch it, and it lands with a sad poof on the soft covers.

But it’s nothing compared to the way you ruffle the softness even closer to your body, and your voice is barely a breath as you bite your tongue. “Sae nii?”

A dark room has never felt so revealing. He adjusts the sleeves of his sweater, giving a sideways glance to the crown of your head. Any lower he can’t stomach. “I’m heading home,” his voice comes out dry, as he opens the door to the hall, and heads straight for the car keys.

+

Rin doesn’t say anything when the door of your room opens, but he’s awake. 03:25— the blue light informs, and he slowly manages to pull one of the headphones out by its cord. Your small shape curls into bed like a fawn, slow and unsteady, and you breathe his name. But it isn’t the same, and it only takes a few seconds for him to feel, as well as see, how you nuzzle up half onto him. You’re cold, and your hands shake a little when you look into his eyes and go to melt your foreheads together.

In any other situation, he would think he was dreaming. Cross my heart and hope to not to wake, lucid in love. In any other situation, you wouldn’t be up halfway through twilight as you go in mouth first to his own and kiss him hard and deep enough for him to feel your heartbeat. Your lips are sweet though, and your one hand wraps thumb and fingers all along his shoulder, and squeezes until you shake. You push your tongue into his mouth as Rin’s eyes blink away the darkness, and his tongue brushes yours. It’s wet and hot and too real, your free hand going to find his where it rests on his chest, and you drape your leg over the rest of his body.

And he floats. Shakes, with tongue against tongue and your mouth slotted against his when you moan into it. This isn’t how you kiss him. This surges through his blood like poison, and has him humming back and pulling you further on top of him until you stop shaking so hard.

Your nose and lashes are wet, but you kiss him full of sugar and leave every inch of him in ambers. Rin allows you to curl up on his chest like you need, and links fingers with you, as he kisses down your mouth and neck as you gasp and pant and shiver like a bunny. Shoves his hands under Sae’s spare shirt to drag his long fingers along your spine, and you cry, and you cry, and you cry.

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[wambsgansshoelaces]

Hi could I please request something about a love triangle with reader, Tom and Greg? I’m so attracted to both of them and can’t chose and I feel like if you’re in close proximity to one you’ll always be around the other so it would be easy to catch feelings for both. Thank u if u do 😘

In Between

Tom Wambsgans x Reader x Gregory Hirsch

be on the lookout for the two different endings! I hope I did this well, enjoy x

Word Count: 2.601k

“I’m so sorry I’m late,” you say breathily, hurrying into the conference room. Tom pulls out your chair for you, gentle smile on his face.

“There’s nobody else here. You’re the least of my concerns.” You throw back a grateful smile, and he pushes your chair in as you sit. He turns to the door, peering out into the hallway, checking his watch. You carefully organize your papers out in front of you, notepad and pen ready for you to take notes. “Corporate time zone bullshit.”

“Start telling them earlier times so they start coming on time,” you suggest, not really serious. He makes his way back from the window, taking his seat next to you.

You both sit together in silence, a smidgen awkwardly, waiting for the room to fill. It’s not like you hadn’t noticed the tension between you and Tom. You could practically saw through it. You always catch his appraising glances or his shy looks. He made an effort to speak with you whenever he could, he showered you in compliments until you were pink. You’re sure you find him just as attractive as he finds you- a lot.

Time spent with Tom always left you with butterflies in your stomach. When you go to work in his office because your office neighbor is way too loud, or just because you need a body double, he has a plate of food and a mug of coffee waiting for you. He’s always taking so much work off of your plate, insisting he do the incessant paperwork for the sake of your mental clarity. You’d gone out a few times before, but just as coworkers at galas and corporate dinners. You’d always find yourselves drawn to each other rather than the crowd, keeping to yourselves and laughing in the corners of every gloriously decadent venue.

After a few stretched out ages, everyone is present and Tom begins the meeting. He turns to you, and for a moment, he wasn’t the confident man you knew him to be. You give him an encouraging smile, and discreetly take his hand and give it a squeeze before he gets up. He takes a breath, stamping down a smile in response, and closes his blazer. He was a good person, you know, nothing but kind and thoughtful, but his presentations bored you to death. It wasn’t necessarily his fault, more of the company’s, but sometimes you wonder why you got into this line of work.

He slides back into his seat by your side, not paying attention when someone else goes up to speak. He leans close to you and drops his voice, so only you can hear. “Wanna ditch?”

“What are we, in high school?” you murmur back lightheartedly.

“Come on.” Tom smooths a hand over his dress shirt, quietly getting to his feet and beckoning you after him. “We have another commitment. Send the minutes when you’re done, and if anything comes up…” Tom’s gaze rakes over the room. Once you’re both out in the hall, he sighs, relieved. “Fucking Christ. And they expect respect from me. They’re probably diddling themselves as we speak.”

“That’s vile,” you say truthfully, but laughing anyway. You both walk slowly, and you realize you don’t exactly know where you’re going. You’re both just wasting time, finding a way to spend more time in each others’ presence. Being together more, when you weren’t working. Not really working, anyway. “I thought my brain was going to leak out of my ear.”

An associate comes power walking through the hall, not bothering to pick their head up from their phone. They end up shoulder checking you, and hard, knocking you into Tom. He sets his hand on the small of your back, throwing a scowl and an obscenity over his shoulder as the perpetrator disappears down the hall. His hand slides up your back and to where you’d been hit, giving the spot a rub. It’s not like it’d hurt, but maybe it was enough to leave a bruise. He readjusts your collar, smoothing out new wrinkles from your shirt.

Tom leads you to his office, beckoning you inside. “Take a nap, I’ll close the blinds. You’re so exhausted. When was the last time you’ve slept? A week ago?”

Even though he was right, you wave him off, settling on one of his sofas. You set your things on the glass coffee table in front of you, taking the moment just to relax. “I can’t. Shit to do.”

He takes a seat at his desk, leafing through a bunch of papers. He knows he can’t fight you, but maybe he can mitigate. “A break, then.”

You sink into the cushions, a you-shaped divot reforming under you. You were here a lot, the couch knew how you were shaped. You don’t know if it’s a bad sign or kind of cute. Maybe offensive?

Tom’s only seated for a few moments before he’s up again and taking a seat flush against you, arm draped over the back of the sofa. Subconsciously, you lean into him, and his hand finds its way to your back and tentatively brushes up to your shoulder.

All the stress seems to melt from his body. His shoulders loosen, his hand gives your shoulder a light squeeze. “You’re… surprising,” is all you can think to say.

“I just need… I just need a bit,” he responds, voice suddenly raspy, hoarse. Your heart splinters as he looks over at you, eyes a bit glassy.

“Are you okay? You can tell me if something’s bothering you.”

Quickly, as if remembering himself, he’s up again and at the door.

Snapping back to reality, you realize it’s time for you to be up again. “Fuckin’ quit scheduling so many meetings in one day,” you mutter, loud enough for him to hear, and get to your feet.

He chuckles lightly. Tom pivots, going back to his desk. “Before we go,” he says, “I’ve been meaning to ask you out to dinner.” You look up, and note his neck is flushing a light pink. He’s standing now, and takes a scrap of paper from his breast pocket as if he’d rehearsed this. He jots down something on it. He folds it in half and presses it into your palm. “Just call me later, okay? It’s my personal phone. I’m sorry I didn’t give it to you sooner.”

The next meeting is as much as a snooze fest as the first. You’re only there because Tom is there. You both work so closely together, and your job overlaps so much with his, that you do things mostly as a unit. But of course, when you work so closely with Tom, you work even closer with Gregory Hirsch. Tom begins on one of his monologues, and you eye the clock. You couldn’t just get up and leave this time, but you had another meeting to get to. You’re not exactly sure how Head of Press & Media will take your being late, but you hoped it wasn’t too bad. You acted as Tom’s voice in the other department. This part of your job is where you split away from Tom, and he relied on you to keep him up to speed and working efficiently.

Well, maybe not only you.

Once Tom had finished with his spiel, scolding certain associates for being ‘a little less than bright’, you’re dismissed, and you have to run off to your next meeting, this time for press. You wave goodbye before you go, earning you a soft smile from him. Since your first meeting had run late, you were now not on track to make it on time for the next one. You pick up the pace, holding your things close to your chest. Of course, the press meeting was in an entire separate building.

You’re not paying attention to your surroundings as you try to rush to the elevators. As you turn the corner, someone else does at the same time from across the hall, and you smack into each other.

“Oh, my god, I’m so sorry,” you manage, only a little ruffled. Poor Greg spilled everything in his arms. You crouch down to help him gather his folders and files.

“No, no, it’s my fault, really. Aw, damn it, where’s my phone?” You look behind you, spotting it, and hand it to him. Once everything’s all pulled back together, he takes the array of papers from you, your hands brushing. “This isn’t how I planned the next time I saw you,” he admits, embarrassed.

You both shuffle into the elevator. It’s going down painfully slowly. You make a mental note to bitch about it to reception to see if they were having the same problem. “Really?” you ask, unable to suppress a smile.

“I mean, I never plan when I see you. That doesn’t even make sense,” Greg says, fidgeting with his sleeves. “What I’m trying to say is I don’t know how to act around you.”

You and him have probably spent days upon days with each other, running errands for Tom. Sometimes, you know Tom sends Greg to tag along with you when he can’t himself, just so someone was always with you. Their relationship was a bit of a mystery to you. If you think you and Tom have sexual tension, he and Greg have sexual strain.

The two of them interacted strangely when you were around. Conversations were hushed, harried, terse. But even from afar, they were like that. Maybe they were both just… weird.

“Um, we’re both going to Press, right?” Greg asks, breaking the silence, the elevator still going down. Suddenly, it clunks. Then stops completely.

You blink, then stupidly press the ‘door open’ button. Nothing happens. “Not anytime soon, I guess.”

“Oh, oh my god. Tom’s going to kill me.” He leans past you, side now brushing against yours, and jams the button a few more times.

“Fucking phenomenal,” you mutter, reaching for your phone. No signal. “Greg, do you…?”

“No,” he all but cries, distressing himself. Quickly, he pushes the emergency phone button on the elevator’s motherboard. A crackly voice pushes itself through the itty bitty speaker, disinterestedly asking for the problem. “Uh, we’re stuck. In the Waystar building, um, between the thirtieth and twenty-ninth floors. It’s bad, this is bad, we have somewhere we need to be-”

“Help is on the way.”

And then you hear the person on the other end putting the phone back into the receiver, hanging up.

You sigh, pressing your back to the wall of the elevator and sliding down into a seat. “Fucking customer service reps,” you mutter.

Greg turns to face you, clearly panicked. “How are you so calm? Why are you so calm?”

“What can we do?”

He pauses. “Climb through the vents?”

“No, Greg, we’re not going to climb through the vents. We just have to wait.” You drop your head into your hands. “God, I can’t fucking take this.”

“What? What’s wrong? Can I help?”

“Just stressed.”

“Did Tom say anything to you? Are you going to get in trouble? Do you need me to talk to him?”

“What? No, of course not. Tom’s not going to do anything.” You pull your head from your hands, instead tucking your knees into your chest and resting your cheek on your knee. “He’ll just get mad at the maintenance guys. Greg, calm down. Take a breath. I promise, nothing’s going to happen.” You stare up at him, and he struggles to make eye contact.

After a few silent moments, Greg pacing the elevator floor, he stops and sits down next to you. He mirrors your position, but his legs are long and lanky, so they stick up towards his shoulders. It can’t be comfortable. His leg jitters nervously, bouncing up and down rapidly. “I feel all… icky.”

“Did Tom say something to you?” You turn your head to look at him, but he’s already staring at you.

“No, it’s just… an irrational fear of elevators. Which have been validated, to be fair,” he admits, not looking away from you. “Like, what if we never get out?”

You stifle a laugh. “You’re afraid of elevators?”

“For numerous reasons.” He shifts so that he’s facing you, then gestures around with his hand. “This being one of them. But it’s not even the worst, you know? Like what if the cables snap, and we plummet to the ground, and there’s nothing anyone can do to save u-”

“Maybe that’s enough.” You reach over and give his arm a squeeze. “We’ll be fine.”

He slumps against you, resting his head on your shoulder. “If I die, I want you to know I really wanted to ask you out the entire time I was alive and knew you but was way too scared to do so and you’re very pretty and I haven’t even come close to liking someone else while I’ve been near you-”

“Greg, we’re not going to die.” There’s a bang, and you lurch downwards. He startles, reaching for you, clinging to you, pulling you close, but the elevator’s movement is immediately regulated and the floors ding away just like they’re supposed to.

He’s immediately on his feet, pulling you up. “Should we still even go?” he asks quietly, glancing at his watch. The door finally open, and you both scurry out.

“Better late than never.”

“I’ll drive,” he suggests, before taking your arm and dragging you to the parking garage. Much later than you were supposed to, the two of you hurry up the stairs of the building Press decided to have the meeting in, Greg carrying all your things. Once on the right floor, he hands them back to you. You hold them with one arm, reaching out with the other to straighten his tie and dust off a bit of lint from his shoulder. He holds the conference room door open for you, and you step in, dazzling smile plastered on your face.

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The workday finally ends, and you don’t think you have the capacity for anything else but sitting in bed, eating ice cream, and watching TV. So that’s exactly what you do.

Your work phone is sitting on your cabinet on silent. You never usually have it like that, but you’d texted Tom from your personal phone, and he’d promised to let you know if anything came up. Tom texts again, telling you to sleep well, tacking on a heart to the end of the message. A few moments later, he send another, saying he’d get your boss to give you a raise if you went to bed on time and got a good night’s sleep. You bid him goodnight, he does in return, a smattering of emojis attached, and realize that Greg had also texted you moments earlier.

He tells you to forget about what he said in the elevator- really, just forger about the entire fiasco. He apologizes if we made you uncomfortable, saying your comfort and happiness was important to him and he didn’t want to jeopardize your friendship because he was stupid and scared. It’s a long rambling of a paragraph, but you understand well enough. You tell him he hadn’t done anything wrong, and that you found him great just the way he was.

Swiping away from the messages, your phone’s message center is displayed. Their names sit on top of each other- Tom, Greg. Greg, Tom.

Maybe you were overthinking things. Maybe they were more into each other than either of them was into you.

You tell yourself it’s time to make a decision. You owe it to them.

And yourself.

[fluffytheocelot]

Hello it’s extremely late oops. Did not realize how long this thing would take (28 and a half hours apparently according to procreate lmao) but finally, here it is!

Carmen Week Day 8: La Femme Rouge

Holy crap that was a lot of characters! For day 8 I wanted to draw all the ways I've drawn/imagined Carmen over the last 5 years! There are many I didn't do for one reason or another, but it mainly boiled down to space lol. These 10 (11 including canon Carmen) are (most) of my favorites of my AUs :)

this turned out so cool im putting it in a frame when i get a chance lol

Info and solo drawings for each under the cut! it is. so long lol

as usual, i'll gladly answer asks about em :) i have plans to write a few for sure, but it's gonna be A While for them lol

Cat:

Both a Warriors AU and also just my "_____ as a cat" style!

This ones a lot less fleshed out so just bear with me lol. (ATM there might only be 2 clans, ACME and VILE, idk yet lol. idk what to name em either cos stickin "clan" on the end don't feel right XD)

In the Warriors AU, Sheeppaw grows up learning 2 contradictory versions of the Warrior Code: The true one from Shadowstalk, and the VILE version from older warriors. She gets made an apprentice a couple moons early, but is relegated only to camp duties until shes 6 moons old.

She trains alongside Cracklepaw, Tigerpaw, Molepaw, Goatpaw, and Silentpaw. At her first gathering she meets another apprentice, maybe a few moons older, from the other clan: Jewelpaw. The two hit it off and become good friends (and develop little mutual crushes). Sheeppaw also sneaks out and meets a kittypet: Player, who she also becomes very good friends with.

When her mentor, the deputy, Shadowstalk fails her on her final warrior assessment she pretty much has most of the same reaction as the show, just in the WC style.

After witnessing a murder, she hightails it out of there and encounters the newly named Crackletail. Panicked, she hastily and vaguely tells him she saw something and needs to Leave.

She makes it to Players yard and lays low for a while, and he introduces her to the neighbor cats, a sibling pair named Zack and Ivy. The four brainstorm and Sheeppaw is renamed Carmen. They know they cant let VILE keep doing what they're doing. So rogue Carmen and her kittypet friends start figuring things out from behind the scenes.

Pirate Cat:

Exactly as it says, bipedal cat world. Black Sheep was dropped off at a random orphanage in England, with a small stuffed black sheep (where she got her name). Since everybody are cats, Black Sheep isn't that atypical of a name. Sorta a mix of normal people names and cat names.

She grows up there alongside her self-appointed older brother Graham. When she's about 10-11ish she meets the princess: Julia Argent. Childhood friends to lovers letsgoo (its a recurring theme in these lol. its cute i like it).

The two eventually get together (in secret, yay homophobia and also societal status) It doesn't help that Black Sheep had a habit of getting in trouble so she could see the princess her princess.

The two get caught one night, and Black Sheep is nearly executed for "corrupting royalty", but Julia manages to talk her father down from that. Instead, she is exiled. If she ever sets foot in the kingdom after dawn, she WILL be killed this time.

Julia visits one last time, and Black Sheep promises to return someday when she finds somewhere where they can be together freely. She gives Julia her stuffed sheep to look after while she's gone, and asks her to take care of Fuega while she's gone (on one of their sneak-outs, they found a baby dragon that Julia managed to convince her dad to let her keep). Julia gives her the triangle choker. yay tearful goodbyes ;-;

Black Sheep and Graham (because no way is he letting his little sister go into exile without him) go from place to place, stealing when they need to and end up accidentally stowing away on a VILE pirate ship.

VILE pirate training to avoid death, they escape. Graham appoints the newly named Carmen Sandiego captain of their little ship, and they also pick up Zack, Ivy, and Player along the way. Carmen becomes very well known around the globe: civilians/lower class people see her as a Robin Hood hero (correct), while most royals and nobles see her as nothing but a filthy pirate (incorrect).

A few years go by when suddenly the crew gets word that the King of England is trying to marry off his daughter, who has recently come of age. Cue panicked race home + childhood lover reunion.

Daughter of Poseidon (Carmen Sandiego and the Olympians):

Percy Jackson AU! Replace Percy with Carmen, Grover with Player, Annabeth with Julia, and switch/move around some plot points and that's about it lol. I keep telling myself I'll do some scene rewrites of this one so we'll see. Includes PJO and HOO acting as prequels for Carmen Sandiego. Def wanna do dome rewrites for the canon show for this AU too lol

Dino Squad:

I'm out here combining one obscure kids show with another lol. If you haven't seen it, Dino Squad is this early 2000s animated show about these 5 teenagers that get mutated and can turn into dinosaurs, and go around stopping the bad guy from turning everything into dinosaurs. (I think the entire series may be on youtube lol. its goofy but man i loved it as a kid. i wanted dino powers so bad)

This is basically a high school au but most of Team Red has dinosaur powers. :P

In this, Dr. Bellum is experimenting with bringing dinosaurs back, but instead of just cloning them, she figures out how to mutate already-existing organisms into others.

(in the OG dino squad, the bad guy IS a dinosaur that evolved into a human--long story--and believes everything should still be dinosaurs. hes technically right, tbf, if the meteor hadn't hit they prolly still WOULD be dinosaurs. why does bellum want dinosaurs? because she's Bellum and she Can lol)

Carmen Wolfe and her twin brother Graham (they're fraternal twins. why? bc i thought it would be funny. yes he still has his accent. its my world i do what i want) are raised by Carlotta and Dexter Wolfe in Kittery Point, Maine. Carlotta is a paleontologist/biologist and Dexter is a history and geography teacher at the high school. They do know of VILE and what Bellum was working on and have been monitoring it in secret from the kids.

Carmen and Julia are those friends that met bc they were both hiding under the slide in like. Preschool and just stayed friends lol. They're the kind of best friends that will just. Show Up. usually Julia at Carmen's house because "You have better snacks" also Julia's parents just Don't Like Carmen. (Why? idk bc i said so. idk they think she's a bad influence. she's really not lol) Literally Julia has like a spot on the couch and a table setting. She's basically the third twin these three have known each other essentially their entire lives.

Zack and Ivy joined the group in middle school, when Ivy had the same class as Carmen, Julia, and Gray. Zack joined via association. (Zack and Ivy, on the other hand are not twins. again. bc its funny. each sibling pair thought the other was like them. zack and ivy thought Carmen and Gray were just normal siblings, and Carmen and Gray thought Zack and Ivy were twins. Julia had to explain to all of them it was not the case lol)

Player is Carmen's online friend that the whole group includes. they all game together and he gets ALL the public school tea. hes about the same age as Zack, so about a year-ish younger than Carmen, Gray, Ivy, and Julia.

At the end of their freshman year, Carmen and Julia start dating. Their friends and Carmen's parents know, they keep it secret from everyone else. At the end of the summer everybody (aside from Player) go to the beach for one last day of freedom before school starts. They swim through the mutant goo, and over the next few days discover their powers.

Carlotta IDs each dino: Carmen is a (large/person sized) pyroraptor, Gray is a T. rex, Julia is a troodon, and I still cant decide on Zack and Ivy's dino forms lol. Carlotta and Dexter explain the whole VILE thing and the group just kinda simultaneously goes "welp guess we're superheroes now. cool"

so yea dealing w highschool and also mutant dinosaurs and superpowers. this ones fun bc they can just be stupid kids lol

The Last Wolf:

My werewolf AU. The one that started all this mess and my love for making AUs of this show. It was my first fanfic i ever wrote, and it is very near to my heart. it's also gotten out of hand and become a franchise at this point it's ridiculous. (Seriously i've got a prequel of her parents planned and also a series of shorts set in the universe) It's gonna be a long ride, boys. Hope people still like CS by the time it's done lol

A Thief's Guide to the Zombie Apocalypse:

Zombie apocalypse AU! Talked about this one a bit for AU day, and also as of this post I have ~1k words written of the first chapter! I also have a bunch of the major plot points outlined too ;) I wouldn't expect anything soon tho lol.

She wears a wetsuit under the coat bc it's really hard to bite through, especially with rotten jaws. She's got some boots she probably scavenged or traded for, and of course: the Walkman she probably found looting some abandoned building. She collects cassettes to listen to. Gotta keep sane in the end of the world.

How is this one a literal apocalypse and its still more lighthearted than the one based on FNAF lol

Redd Wolf (Five Nights at Redd's):

FNAF AU. I've truly lost it lol. I have this one completely outlined, nothing written but a lot of things are VERY clear in my mind. This ones uh. a lot more intense than even Thief's Guide. It's FNAF. its immense violence and child death. Seriously, Carmen, Player, Gray, Ivy, Zack, and Julia all end up possessing animatronics at some point. It ends happily, but it is based off a horror thing so if that's not your thing b careful <3

its supposed to be more of a mystery that gets unraveled, but if anyone wants specifics of it u can drop an ask :) i only have animatronic designs for Carmen, Julia, and Gray so far tho. I have ideas for the others too.

This is one I wanna share with y'all at some point. its probably the shortest of the AUs I have outlined so far, so yk. maybe in this lifetime lol.

Carmen and the Age of Wonderbeasts:

Mega Jaguar Carmen. This ones more of a ~vibe~ than an actual plot but i like drawing mega jag carm :)

Plushie Dragon:

This one's not an AU, but actually based on doodles of these 2 plush dragons! Matching red/gold and blue/silver dragons named after carmen and julia lol. I'll get around to posting more drawings of em cause they're cute

the plushies <3 (they have spikes u just cant see em:

ik they look goofy i lov them anyways

Wings of Fire:

Wings of Fire AU! Carmen is a rainwing/skywing hybrid (rainwing dad, skywing mom) She can camoflauge, fly decently fast, and has a prehensile tail. She can't breathe fire or use typical venom, BUT she figures out her venom, while not face-melting by itself, IS in fact flammable. again, more of a ~vibe~ than a story and plot, but I like drawing dragons.

Canon Carmen:

She's front and center, the one that started all this.

Way back in 2019, the autism and ADHD departments in my brain came to an agreement: This show is the greatest show of all time.

It was the first fandom I actively contributed to/interacted with. (I still read fics from other fandoms before, but had never been active in a fandom) Like I mentioned with Last Wolf, I had never actually written fanfiction before, and definitely never posted it. I love writing and telling stories (and boy howdy do I have A Lot of stories rolling around my brain). between all of the AUs ive come up with, I've gotten to practice so much worldbuilding and characterization. English classes usually focused on expository stuff, with like. a brief fiction writing thing. So I've definitely gotten to stretch my creative writing muscles with this show, and hopefully I can put em to use on original projects someday <3

I fell in love with the first season, and got ridiculously excited for every new season and the interactive. (heck, i played every possible option for the interactive the day it came out, and binged every subsequent season the day they aired.)

This show has been a big part of my life the last five years, and the original show will always be special to me. It's the reason I started learning to draw people lol, I have a drawing of Carmen from 2020 that I'm still really proud of. It's hung on my bedroom wall to this day.

So thank you, Carmen Sandiego. For everything.

[hamletshoeratio]

you say i can like a characters and acknowledge their flaws. Okey, did you acknowledge Kate and anthonies flaws???

What's y'all's obsession with Kate and Anthony? Genuinely asking here because some of the anons I've gotten have been saying absolutely vile things about Kate and Simone Ashley, which I refuse to post or give the time of day.

But anyways, I have been critical of Anthony before, particularly of how he handled the "love triangle" in season 2. I also hated his treatment of Sienna in season 1. I can acknowledge that his and Sienna's relationship was an important arc for his character, how ever much I hated his treatment of her. She deserved better. Additionally, a certain section of the fandom has to check their misogyny because the language used to talk about her is absolutely vile - and beyond hypocritical when compared to how the same people talk about Anthony.

Kate was mishandled by the writers. Full stop. The changes from the book were most detrimental to her and Edwina. I think Simone did amazing with what she was given, but they took out so much of Kate's development from the book. Most of my gripes with show!Kate are just frustration with writing decisions.

A lot of the writing decisions in general are just tone deaf. There's been a lot of rightful criticism on how the show has handled its bipoc representation. How Ruby Barker was treated in real life by netflix and the producers was disgusting. The way they've treated both her and her character has been vile. I hope to god her story in the show does not end the way it did in the books because that would be beyond horrific. If you're going to tell stories involving mental health issues, do so respectfully and responsibly. Otherwise, don't do it at all, because you're just doing more harm than good. Additionally, we've only had two minor queer characters for a show that prides itself on its representation. And those characters only appear in season 1. I'm not counting Brimsley because he only got proper characterization and arc in QC, and we have literally no clue where Reynolds is in the present timeline. And, while I enjoyed QC on the whole, the romanticization of Queen Victoria's birth as some sort of win for feminism took me out of the fantasy every single time. I'm not expecting the show to be historically accurate at all, the costuming confirmed to me that it wasn't trying to be back in season 1 and thats ok because its fantasy, but my god the way they include elements of real life history is beyond tone deaf.

Penelope herself was also mishandled by the writers. By making lady whistledown a far more active force in the show, they did not take into consideration what that would mean for her as a character. In the books, the Bridgertons react to the LW reveal like "oh OK, ride on Pen!" because LW hasn't been as destructive a force as she's been in the show. In the show, it makes no sense for them to react like that given what's been written about them and the impact that its had. LW, in the books, was far less harmful. By giving it a more active role in the story, they've unwittingly made her an antagonist because of the harm she's caused. Harm, I may add, that she's been mostly apathetic to. Show!Penelope needs a redemption arc, but she's probably not going to get one.

[marengogo]

https://www.tumblr.com/marengogo/739766468724523008/couldnt-be-me?source=share

Difference is you're not someone with 60m followers on ig. Difference is even if you post a humanlouvre's pic on your sns it's not gonna get engagement.

Dragging taehyung is definitely not fair cause of course he didn't see what shit posts the account does but it's fair to be disappointed in him. He's got influence and when you're aware of the shippers in your fandom i think it's fair if you double check accounts you post on your story. That is a vile jm, jkk, vmin anti account their pinned posts are about someone seeing taekook kissing. The account went from 2k to 29k+ within hrs so I do think people with influence should be careful doesn't matter what you do. The post went from having some 10 likes to 100k+ likes....when you're public it comes with you being careful about some things it is what it is. Rather than reporting the account everyone is busy following that account and in no time that account is gonna be one big account with some 30-40k followers shitting on jm how lovely.

Hi Anon,

I’m on my lunch break, so I apologise if the answer is a bit rushed. I’m actually not in my Anon answering Era but I’d like to share my anxiety with y’all and this is the right post. I shouldn’t have to suffer alone.

Has anyone ever wondered why they’ve pretty much took themselves out of Twitter? Or why their comments are not open on IG? Does it look like they are presently living a life where “being dragged” is at the top of their everyday priorities?

I think WE are the once chronically online, who take any occasion to right think pieces, start fights that are never going to end, etc because we can’t seem to stay out of the triangle of drama for one👏🏾 single👏🏾minute👏🏾

But as I said I presently really don’t care. But you know what is REALLY GIVING ME ANXIETY? you know what I think could also be on their mind? The following:

Hence, with all due respect, it is sweet and all that everyone out there is worried about his name being dragged, like every other celebrity in the world. But not every other celebrity in the world is presently being trained to be in arms during a very real ongoing conflict.

SO FOR ME, the article I just posted is a bit more of a priority. But that’s just me. It’s really stressed me the fuck out.

Hope you understand, but by all means, you do you.

Thanks for stopping by,

Marengo.

[thewither129]

We need to relentlessly bully non-americans telling us how to handle our government

“organize” bitch WHAT

Oh and dont get me STARTED on MLs and maoists. Everyone with🔻 in their name. Watermelon gang is usually smart and reasonable. Red triangles are basically hamaslings.

Look at this shit.

Before i begin, i am pro-palestine. In fact, i hated israel before it was cool. Joking about a kid throwing a rock across the border and getting carpet bombed for it. Then it got real. They bomb kids for being secret hitlers or hamas agents. Oct. 7 was a tragedy for palestine. Decades of torment, and ONE retaliatory strike brands palestine as terrorists who deserve to be glassed.

But these people are deeply brainrotten.

In case i actually have to explain my original tweet quoting that fuckwit, the point being made is not based in reality. Its so fundamentally dishonest im not really sure how to engage beyond asking them to remove their fingers so they never type something so stupid ever again.

This actual troglodyte looked at i, a transgender lesbian in america, with Donald J. Trump threatening to take my rights away, and calls ME privileged for, let me see here, ah yes, NOT WANTING THAT TO HAPPEN. And apparently this is “at the expense of palestine.”

“If i was american-“ no. Shut. You are worthless. You have no horse in this race. Get out. “-id vote for the guy who wants gaza glassed and to ban transitioning out of spite” genuinely. ROT. Actually completely vile behavior.

I get called a liberal. Then a nazi.

For not wanting to have my identity and rights stripped from me.

Then this other absolute megamind over here screenshots an obvious joke and calls me a fed or lobotomite.

But the AUDACITY to call me privileged when im struggling for my fucking right to live my life as myself.

Marxism-Leninism, everybody. A faux-progressive “ideology” that masks stalinism as communism and can be boiled down to anti-america contrarianism.

Listen. Kamala Harris is miles from perfect. Shes a liberal democrat and a former DA. Shes not anti-israel. But shes not a hardline zionist like biden, and shes dedicatedly pro-LGBT+. Shes probably the best we could ask for and the best we’ve gotten in a looong time. Shes VP to the first openly pro-trans president. And her opponents are *him* and a plant so bad hes pulling votes from the guy he was supposed to help.

To any dumbass that wants to pull the “yeah well if this vote we sacrifice palestine, next is mexico. Then trans. Then this. Then that,” your argument is moot, because thats not how this works. Cus this is not the first election to happen during the one-sided war over gaza. Israel has been trying to steal it for almost a century. I sincerely hope no one doing anti-electoralism cus of israel has ever voted before, cus you voted for a zionist. Sorry pal. Thats life. (Though theyre probably too young to vote anyway.)

Back to my point, the dems are not getting pushed right. Theyre moving left. Very slowly, but they are. Only the right has gone further right. Not the dems. This is not a slow burn instead of fast burn deal. Israel is a special case. Israel is like the USA’s lapdog in the middle east. We lay out the red carpet for Netanyahu as he spits on us, and we let him cus hes our precious little spoiled brat child who got everything he ever wanted handed to him.

America sucks. Yes. We let the modern day hitler walk in and spout propaganda and we applaud him. We have wannabe hitler dodging criminal charges and running for president with MAJOR backing. But what the fuck do you expect me, a broke 20yo trans girl, to do about that? All i CAN do is vote.

Does it not come off as extremely privileged to say “well you should sacrifice your rights to do absolutely nothing for a bunch of people being genocided”? Cus i can tell you right now. Me doing any kind of protest that involves stopping Harris will get trump elected. Trump will let them turn gaza into a parking lot. Trump will let them hunt down refugees. Trump will kill all palestinians, ruin america, and then he will ruin the world.

There are millions of voters who do not give a shit about gaza and never will. Plenty of them have been brainwashed into thinking israel is in the right. They wont care. They WILL vote red.

We HAVE to vote blue to stop them. If you cant grasp that, you have no right to speak on american politics. You are uninformed.

This is not a trivial election. This is America. Possibly the most powerful nation on the planet. The effects of this election will impact the world.

Like it or not, and god knows i dont, thats how it is.

I hate the democrats, but Kamala Harris is the path of hope. Thats so fucking corny, but it is what it is.

Sorry for the rant. If any ML with a heart reads this, please understand that this is what you are a part of. How actually awful people in that group are. If you are a non-american, i dont actually hate you. Just annoying self righteous pricks.

If you are palestinian or related to palestinians, i am so so sorry for what youre going through. I sincerely wish there was something i could do. Its actually heartbreaking how awful the israeli government is and what theyre doing to you, and how twisted this whole thing is.

If youre a fellow member of the LGBT+ community, i love you, and i care about you. You are valued.

My fellow americans, please vote for Harris.

Sorry for the rant. TL; DR: Euroids are brainless, red triangle emoji = hamasling, watermelon emoji = real palestine supporter, Harris 2024.

Thank you for coming to my TED talk.

Free Palestine.

[racefortheironthrone]

MAWS Episode 4!

It’s fair to say that My Adventures With Superman started on a high note and has been getting better with each episode, but this episode took things up to a new level:win 

I love that the beginnings of Clark and Lois’ relationship is ultimately founded on their shared commitment to hard-hitting journalism over celebrity infotainment, even if they’re still very much learning the ropes and struggling to overcome setbacks.

Turning Dr. Ivo/Amazo/Parasite (interesting that they’re mashing these villains together into one dude) into a vile techbro who gentrifies working-class communities and uses crime to further his empire, and who becomes a supervillain because Superman’s fundamental altruism completely revolts his Randian belief in self-interest and personal gain - which fits perfectly into the whole idea of Parasite as a villain who steals from others to benefit himself - is a really smart idea. 

I like that Jimmy’s alien obsession becomes plot-relevant and he even gets the glimmerings of a character arc when we see the conflict between “three best friends” and a new couple with a third wheel. 

Most important point below the cut, b/c it’s real spoilery:

Lois using her journalistic skills (and red-string conspiracy board) to figure out that Clark Kent is Superman is a great move this early in the game. It demonstrates her chops as a reporter (which get undermined if the deception goes on too long), it complicates the non-love triangle (Lois is suspicious of Superman but is romantically interested in Clark, but gets the vital clue because Clark gave her his jacket which was symbolic of their shared moment on the stairs and after, but it reveals that Clark has been lying to her which is a big issue for her), and it advances her own character arc around wanting to prove herself against her father by succeeding as a reporting by putting her to the test of what she’s going to do with this knowledge. 

[maxmagic]

What about evil counterparts for Hank and Sam?

I already made an "evil" counterpart for Hank in the form of Henry

Hes generally, quiet calm and very polite, but its just a front for his rather vile attitude

Heres Sams evil counterpart:

Sams counterpart was both the easiest and the hardest to figure out. The easiest in form of actually getting the design done, but hardest in the terms of actually figuring out what the opposite for her would be.

More stuff below:

I debated on whether to make them Gospel type like the other two but once I got the idea it kind of veered away from them

Like for Hank and Ronnie was easy cuz like Lightning-> Cloud and Fire-> Water. Like they were pretty easy conversions. But whats the opposite of a bird/wings?? Then I remembered that one image with A snake eating a bird and then it clicked for me.

Another thing I did was make the color palate swapped as well as making the shape of the design swapped.

With Henry I used round shapes cuz Hank is all spikes and with Reagan I used a lot of flowy down shapes, opposite to Ronnie

Like Sam has a lot of upward shapes (like its a pointed down triangle) and so Sara has a poined up triangle to her shape. Thats why shes got those baggy pants, cuz Sams so top heavy (design wise)

Im not sure if it really feels like a Shred Force design, but unless it gets made or a pitch bible gets leaked we will never truly know, so I just have to get over it :(((

I also made her personality swapped. Like Sam is a very emotional person, that tries to cover it up with an aura of collectedness and calmness

While Sara is someone who presents very loud and big emotion, while is actually emotionless and almost deathly quiet. Which is also ironic cuz shes supposed to have some sort of percussion instrument, which are bombastic and loud

She also really hates Henry and Reagan for the fake ass nice persona

[mikuni14]

There are so many reasons to hate Dr. Douchelathon in good conscience, starting with the fact that Phaya is really not having a good time emotionally right now because of him:

(don't talk to me about Phaya in the last photo...)

through his attempts to kill Phaya starting from his childhood, death threats against Tharn, and possibly killing Tharn's first love. We must also assume that he is responsible for all the deaths of Phaya and Tharn from their previous incarnations. Doc is one of the most disgusting villains I have ever seen, he is pure evil.

These are all serious and vile issues of this man/deity, but there is something else that particularly pisses me off, which Phaya pointed out perfectly in the last episode: that the doctor cannot let go of unrequited love (which tbh does not exist in the first place) and that for him the problem in this "love triangle" is Phaya and Tharn, never himself. Dr Incelathon is one of the extremely annoying guys who, when it comes to love and romance, focuses on everything else but winning over his beloved in a normal way (apart from the obvious fact that he never loved and does not love Tharn). Because, let's be honest: the doctor is in a winning position from the very beginning! He has known Tharn since childhood according to Yai, he is officially nice, has a respected profession and position. Dr Conservativepodcaster, if he wanted to, could earn Tharn's love, try to win him over. And what did the Dr. Chalandrewtate do? He eliminated potential competitors and became Tharn's therapist, which yep, isn't sick or creepy at all. I know that everything the doc 🐍 does is terrible and cruel. But somehow this aspect really irritates me 😬 Because he denies Tharn his free will, his agency, the right to make his own decisions. Tharn is a thing in this situation, not a person. In his incel mind, Tharn is not to be seduced, conquered, flirted with. Doc never actually shows his romantic interest in Tharn, as a normal person in love would do (like Phaya, or like Yai does, or even Khem!). In his eyes, you can get Tharn only by... literally eliminating your rivals. And if that's impossible, you eliminate Tharn so that NOBODY gets him. Doc shows no effort in seducing Tharn as a lover, only in making sure that he will not be anyone else's lover. This is the worst type of guy and the most dangerous, so maybe that's why he rises all the red lights and alarm signals in my head. He holds a grudge against Phaya for getting Tharn and against Tharn for allowing himself to be seduced by him 😬 while he himself does nothing to get him. Nothing normal. He treats Tharn like a thing, like property, as some kind of trophy. He has sick obsessions that he can't control at all. He spies on Tharn. And for him, the best and only way out of any situation is violence, including the person he theoretically cares about. (He should give up on Tharn and start a podcast, he would be very popular in certain circles lol)

[mermaidsirennikita]

besides everything you have brilliantly pointed out, there are also the underlying implications of fran theoretically not being attracted to john but having sex with him. i know they could potentially have a sexless marriage and skip the miscarriage, focusing the future struggle on the grief and guilt of moving on with someone new but... if fran doesn't really love John that would mostly be a michaela pov and we know the show isn't good at exploring the love interests (of color) trauma and motivations. also john has been presented as a sweet man that sees francesca, it would be highly unbelievable if he didn't realize she wasn't into the sex. and it seems ooc for him to keep going with it too even if at the time it happened. so if they do follow the miscarriage/pregnancy route... that could be problematic. not that they care considering what daphne did to simon but still.

First off, thank you!

Second, I've been thinking about my thoughts on this (lol thinking about my thoughts) because I want to be very careful about expressing my opinion on this subject. I know it's very sensitive and I get that, and I don't want anyone to feel dismissed or unheard (and I don't want to at all validate people who are being so homophobic and vile about this).

But yes, I thought about this as well. It seems like we really don't know where Fran and John's relationship is at all at the end of the season, even though enough time has passed for them to forge some kind of physical relationship. And I just feel like... If John was a real character in the script, if his sweet and sensitive nature was honored, then I would IMAGINE that he'd notice something, unless Fran was really good at putting on a good face (and maybe she is).

When you're with someone you care about, though.... if they held off on intimacy, he'd notice that. If Fran didn't like it, I think he'd notice that, too? Which adds some messiness to tacking this on at the end of the season. This needed TIME. It adds to this idea, too, that John isn't a character, because like? He's gonna have feelings too? Not just Fran. There's more to this than FRAN'S feelings.

I would find it really sad if they did keep the miscarriage plot, tbh, if Fran truly isn't physically attracted to him. I don't want to think of her having to put up with or frankly be traumatized by that, and I don't want to think of John being framed as this source of trauma. Besides, that's Sir Philip's thing. And yeah, him being a Black man also MATTERS, and this is something (I say this as a white woman who doesn't identify as straight these days) I really dislike seeing white viewers just sort of dismiss. This is not just a queer love story. This is an interracial queer love story, and frankly, a love triangle that involves two people of color (who happen to be related... again.... And it is interesting how that's happening again, and it does kind of say something in that these show is like "two love interests of color? MUST BE FROM THE SAME FAMILY!". Like, yeah, Kate and Edwina and Michael and John are related in the books, but those aren't actual full-blown love triangles in the books).

I think I'm just so burned by the way s2 handled Edwina and Kate that the idea of them doing a GOOD job with Michaela, especially with her added layer of her being queer in the world the show constructed, is like... I'm skeptical. And maybe that's unfair. Maybe I shouldn't be skeptical. But in general, the Btons' love interests of color have really been notably sidelined in favor of their lovers' arcs, and it was bigger for Kate than it was for Simon. Hey, Simon got a backstory.... Even if his trauma was ultimately subsumed by Daphne's story after she assaulted him.

But hey, I'm happy to be proven wrong. I really hope I will be.

I'll also say, however--I just really think that people need to understand that we can support the gesture while critiquing the writing and the way it's coming together. There are a lot of people who simply hate that they aren't getting Michael, or that there is queerness on the show at all. A LOT. Some people, however, have valid critiques. Some of them are queer people; some of them are people of color; some are both. Critique isn't JUST coming from straight women who want to see Michael.

And I mean, I've already seen a historical romance author who does identify as bi on her Twitter profile and does write actively queer books get dogged out for critiquing it, so.

[s-i-n-i-s-i-n]

Carmen Sandiego

Outfit Ranking Season 2!!!

Here is a link to part 1

We will not rank the outfits that were already ranked in Season 1 and that also appear in Season 2. We will just look at them again because why not? Lets get them out of the way.

Dive suit Rate: Awesome

Mumbai outfit Rate: Sexy

Jammies Rate: Comfy

Red Hoodie Rate: Cool

Red Coat Rate: Hot!

Now that we have seen the already seen awesomeness. Let's get into it.

Number 7: Hospital gown!

...does it count?

I mean, quite unfortunate to be in a hospital. But at least they let her keep her makeup? Cmmon! Those lips are way too red to not be make up. The nurses were like: She's frozen but that doesn't mean she can't be glamorous.

Number 6: Training outfit.

Always protect the face. She will break yours while looking awesome.

Did you notice that triangles are a common thing on her clothes? Should we make a conspiracy theory about it?

Number 5: Russian outfit

A spectre is haunting Europe — the spectre of communism the Red Ghost! привет Comrade Carmen!

She looks fashionably warm!

Number 4: Model dress.

She looks great. Boob window and all. The slit on the skirt. But even more that that: She can fight in heels.

And throw them too. I see she has a thing for throwing shoes.

She looks nice! But if you ask me I prefer the Auction dress from season 1.

Ok now. The three first places!!! But before that, you know it: Three honorable mentions!

Honorable mention #1

The cutest baby ever. My goodness!

She was the best toddler pick pocketer. Probably the only one.

Honorable mention #2

Fashion's latest scream! A very elegant coat made out of... the remains of a glider. Kudos to Carmen for making the best out of an awful situation.

To this day I hate Chief for this. Hate her deeply. Carmen might forgive her but I do not.

Honorable mention #3

Carmen's dream hats. They are imported. They are here because that hat is so iconic it made its way into the subconscious world.

Third Place: Safari outfit.

Oh my glob. Can she look cuter than this? I know it doesn't appreciate here but she is wearing a red belt. Can not be a Carmen outfit without red. Nice very nice outfit. She looks super cool.

And my goodness, those legs!

Second place: Dubai Dress.

This one was difficult for me. I almost gave it the first place, because she looks so damn elegant and sexy! She has a cape, A CAPE! She looks like a woman that anyone would obey at the snap of her fingers.

And a hairdo! And the earrings! Little splashes of red.

Stunning! simply stunning.

First Place: Moto GP

I am biased. I love motorcycles. And I love Carmen. And Carmen in a motorcycle? What else could I ask for?

I may be cheating here because I´m counting the bike as part of the outfit. She looks super hot on a Ducati, sue me.

Look at her going! Vrroooom!!!

So fast. So skilled. So sexy. AAAAaaaahhh! Look at the technique! The counterbalance! She might not now how to drive a car but she surely knows how to ride.

Rock and Ride!

I made so many gifs and I am not sorry. Brrrrhaaaababababammmm! Rrrrev it girl!

Akira style! So good so good. Hoo baby, that's hot!

I'm just curious about where in VILE island could have she learned how to ride a bike. I'm not complaining though.

That's it folks. See you at Season 3 outfit ranking!