“you can’t control who’s going to read your gross fic!!”
yes i can. it’s called tagging appropriately. the only people who are gonna read my gross e-rated dead dove dubious consent mind control vore porn are
1) adults who want to read that content, and
2) people who looked at those tags, looked at the mature content warning, and then said “well that looks like absolutely nothing i want to be a part of” and then clicked it anyway to get angry about
[Oglaf cartoon (“Annals”)
Person 1: “If they hate the show so much, why do they keep coming back?”
Person 2: “Do you know some people can orgasm from outrage alone?”
Person 1: “What? No!”
Person 2: “Me neither, but it’s the only guess I have.”]
FMA has a lot of subtle symbolism but the least subtle is probably the “Ed has a lot of issues with his father” symbolism. The FMA manga starts on the Leore arc and ends on the Promises Day arc so what I mean is Ed started and ended the series by pummeling the shit out of someone named “Father”
I love all the FMA arcs in fact
Father Cornello arc – bad dad tries to cultivate religious army. Ed punches.
Shou Tucker arc – bad dad is the worst dad. Ed punches.
Hughes dies arc – good dad is dead dad :(. Ed punches himself emotionally.
Greed arc – Greed dad bad dad.
Ling and Mei arc – These two share a bad dad. They fight about it.
Hohenheim returns arc – bad dad, source of all Ed’s bad dad problems, returns. Ed punches eventually.
King Bradley reveal arc – Bradley is bad dad. Ed doesn’t punch but he did fake-assassinate him once.
Ishval backstory arc – Riza’s dad is bad dad. Ed’s not available for punching.
Promised Day arc – Boy Does Ed Sure Punch This Bad Dad
Do love the idea of Scanlan and Keyleth needing to be a two-person army 400 years after the end of the story to combat some threat. Scanlan with his salt and pepper hair, Keyleth looking nearly the same, and their friends are all gone. S’kind of kind an war-buddy reunion; both will probably be among the most powerful beings on the planet, even if they feel incomplete.
After the battle, after people disperse to their own mourning, Keyleth stands alone to breathe for a second. In 400 years she’s seen the rise of 20 or so generations of new Heroes. And except for a few like her– long-lived, hardy, and lucky… or cursed–their inevitable fall as well. Being the remaining one is what she does now.
A young druid fell not twenty feet from her a few minutes earlier. He was twenty-some years old. Younger than Vax had been.
There’s a long moment where she thinks about resurrecting the boy, but in the end, she grows flowers around him and lets the earth take him.
People in the encampment around her are bringing out food and ale and laughing too hard because they’re fortunate to be laughing. It’s the desperate happiness she’s seen countless times before. She leaves them to their celebrations because she’s not desperate or particularly happy.
Keyleth finds her way to the little old man singing under the window of the infirmary, where she expected him to be.
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